Enormity slams
no escaping reality
you’ve washed your
hands – dazed you
stagger away
trauma hangs veiled
with impressions of
bleeding badly but
bruises pale on
fantasy wounds
sealing certainty in
whimpered endings is
untenably naive
diminuendo in
an awful way
ending denies beginnings
where trumpets
played fortissimo
exultant sound recedes
to hollow echoes
© 22 July 2009, I. D. Carswell
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