3.27.2008

numbers that pass/the passing of numbers (incomplete)

atone for a day's deed?
not on three hours of sleep.

upon my wrist a new scar;
I laugh as I think I've made it this far.

I planned, I thought my death,
A troubled life, one last breath.

7 comments:

Melissa said...

and you'll continue to make it further ~ xo
No longer do you need to cling ~ just rest...

Anonymous said...

I look at my wrist and see the scar
I laugh as I think I've made this far....

Those lines would stay with me for a long long time to come...

I am happy I came back after quite sometime and read something as pleasant as this..

Philip Brubaker said...

writing has become intermittent for me - you too?

keep that scar just as it is, a scar

Jon said...

Txandi my friend - are you hanging in there? I'm finally able to read blogs again, sorry for neglecting you for so long. I hope all is well in your world.

Baham Abu Sarj said...

Txandi,
Long time
I am intermittent in the blog world right now
Your words are haunting
Thank you for sharing

Baham Abu Sarj said...

pj, i can't get to your blog its been privatized?

txandi prost said...

*bowing* to thee. ~t~