Monday, August 12, 2013

I Heard

Bits and pieces float around.
They scream loudly,
block out everything else.

Difference between right and wrong
isn't important,
among the whispers.

Words are simply
thrown about,
no thought put into them.

There is no destination.
Whatever is heard
immediately spreads.

An immense wildfire
burns holes
deep and black.

What started out as small,
harmless, and insecure,
is now a raging inferno.

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