Friday, August 7, 2009


Letters typed and never read
Words said and left unheard
Spoken images cutting deep
applying pain
Emotions draining
from hearts left bleeding
Head or heart
where do you aim
to stop the pain
Leave nothing left to feel
Build the walls
Build them higher
Build them thicker
Just give up
Shut down
Close up

This is a Flash Fiction Friday 55.
If you want to know what the hell that means visit g-man. The challenge is on.
Or Try my Sunday 160.

1 comment:

the walking man said...

Build them high and thick,
never climb the parapets,
then the aim of them without
makes little difference.