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dusty corner 7-14-05

shrunken candles in the dusty corner
of my room, isolated
and forgotten.
some are contorted
like scraggly fingers,
or like dying roots,
curling and withering
and fighting
to save themselves.
crumpled carcasses in the dark.

i feel like those candles,
gasping, aching
to feel more alive,
to feel light revive my dead
fingers
and arouse the blood
that once reddened my lips.

im not sure that i know myself
anymore.
i feel blank, without breath,
groping blindly at the air,
trying desperately to hold on
to something real.
when did i become so shrunken?
so contorted,
like those candles?

my roots are dying.
i can feel them curling and withering,
struggling for breath,
for peace of mind.
where is escape in this dusty
corner?
only those candles know the answer,
shrunken as they are
and strangled of life,
as insignificant as a cough
in the night,
and just as easily forgotten.



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