Friday, July 13, 2012

I know that

"I know that" 

I set so lost.
Try to reconcile,
All the memories,
Impossible to file.

I know that I am broken.
I know that I am gone.
I know that I must recover.
I know that I am strong.

I wonder,
Against the knowing,
Against the visage,
That I am showing.

I wonder.
What is the point,
In moving on?
When you have reached the knowing,
That eventually,
Everything is gone?

Danny Gunter
09 14 2007

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