Blink
and the day
that you had before you
is gone
and you are a ghost
of who you thought you wanted
to be.
Conceal joy
for one moment
and it is lost
like a cinder tossed
by heat into the sky
above the roaring
of the fire
that was your life.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
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