Tuesday, October 24, 2006

A roadmap..

He turns his hands over in front of his face,
examining every callus, every vein.
He used to trust them.
They had life, a mind of their own.
Now they spite him.
He looks down at his fingers, like strangers.
Scarred meat and bone.
Dead things cut adrift,
dangling and useless in the dark.

1 Comments:

Blogger Veiled Shadow said...

That is beautiful. Amazing description. So sad.

5:59 PM  

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