Sunday, July 11, 2004Insanity Strains, a Blushing RefrainStrange, I’m closer to God here In this place without windows Wearing a jacket with arms That hold me captive, a prisoner Of time and place where memories Are a far cry from the comfort of silence The old man down the hall, ticks Like a clock, his hands set to noon That was the time his wife died... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 4:01 PM Comments (15) (permalink) |
