Dreams & Delusions…

Asking Advice From Silence

I feel so comfortably full…
Yet, there is this void.
The knife was dull…
Not sharp enough to avoid.

Memory of the pain
Creeps up behind me,
Seeps, like a tea stain
That no one can see,
Except for me…

Penetrating through white…
Leaving me stuck in your design.
Longing to feel light…
Wishing to simply resign.

I will not give in to this…
I will stand tall and true.
I will someday dismiss
All of these thoughts of you.

Won’t I?
Would you?


2 responses

  1. always a fan.

    September 10, 2012 at 12:58 am

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