Wednesday, October 26, 2011


In and out...

In and out...

In and out...

The door continues to revolve.

The bed fills.

And then empties.

It fills.


Haunted eyes and agitation.

Eyes like glass marbles.

Eyes like pins.

Eyes searching for hope.

Eyes reliving years of trauma.

Sullen face, gaunt with years of abuse.

Abuse...both self-inflicted and inflicted upon.


Waiting to live.

Waiting to die.

Waiting for an absolution, that may never come.