Frayed
in that dimly lit haze that brushes
the slippery side of a soul
we hide the silence of words and
the echoes of a soundless heart
that suffers when the garments of bones
becomes frayed beyond the condition of hope
Copyright © Mark Anthony Cotterman | Year Posted 2010
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