Tuesday, November 3, 2009

And yet another. . .




In which u stood stood
Staring
I confessed a million things
All the while
You stood
Staring.
Call it a blank stare if you will
Hell, call it whatever type of stare you'd like
But it was a fearful stare
A stare which I hate to speak on


As I walked away
Down that corridor
I begged for your company,
You know the friendly type
The protect you type
Yet you stood
Motionless
As I left you.

I find the way I felt as he stood above me
Was a pain like non other
And when he fled
I vomited up such pain
And bled out scared anger.


And when I turned and looked back
there you were
right where I left you.
Standing
Staring - that blank, cold stare
Emotionless
Mindful of nothing.

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