Saturday, June 28, 2008

Terminus by Paul Fryer

"I sort of hanged myself that day
when I turned and walked away...
nobody every knows the pain we feel
especially at vain regret...
And so
I caught the next
and ended up
at the end of the line alone
crying as too tired I tried to write
my squeaky excuses on wet metal
with my empty indelible pen"

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