So easy to get lost
when no one knows you're there,
amid the hustle and the bustle
the loneliest of hearts
lies beating, barely, here...
Drained by the minute,
straining like a colt at the bit
so tired and so cried out
i weep now only sand
that i hold in trembling hands,
as i watch my life pour away
and blow away
on a windless day
like the sand around the Sphinx,
who sits alone and thinks
but never gets up any more,
he has lost his heart...
04-29-10
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