Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Sustenance


I died that day

When I didn’t think I could make it

I shifted gently from under my skin

And felt the relief of a cool stream on a hot day

Of a shady spot in the desert

Of a friend after years of loneliness

An embrace in a sea of inanimate objects

When they say the goal of life is “to die before you die”

I never knew what it meant

Until the one who promised me

To keep me away from siege

To hold off storms

Disappeared



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