29/03/2015

Talking to angels

I suppose we all talk to angels,
in a certain sense.

The hand, hesitant. Reaching for
respite,
the soul searching: off in a puff;
the pain, diminished

the echo of it bouncing down
broken corridors of long-forgotten
memories.

Chasing dragons. Turning away,
if you can,

from battles never done?

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