Road to Damascus

Posted: March 21, 2014 in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized


What seemed a lifetime,
her & I,
were locked inside
a parasitic-symbiotic dream.

Only when we/d scream
did we even know
we were alive.

Never mind
feeling listless & confined.

We/re just passing the time.

Mean while
–we wait for the weight
of our lies
to bury us alive.

So becomes our past.

We are told in time
all things must pass.

But no,
not really;
because the little things
now kill me.

The farther from it we flee
the closer our past gets,
forever driving us
further from Damascus.


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