A new arises
dipped in sadness
each breath leaks out
a heart shaped hole
Joy fleeting
passing unhesitant
like a bee on the run
Cream in my coffee
a swirling cloud
of failure
enveloping
unfolding into
the new
Some pain can never
be quenched
Death only
locks it
deeper in the soul
A twisted world
where one’s
love and care
brings only pain
and never joy
The inside out
the twisted
for them
to live
is evil
Sunday, August 21, 2011
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