Sunday, 29 August 2010

Don't Turn

Shut the window
what you see is not today.
Those dreams, those sounds,
belong to yesterdays.
Draw the curtain,
conceal your fear,
obstruct your thoughts,
pretend not to hear.
That kiss, that smell
that cushioned embrace,
block those eyes
constrict the space.
Kill your senses,
dont let them feel.
Murder the desire,
let wounds heal.
Ease your past,
soothe your grief,
sense the closure,
bow and leave.

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