okay, either I'm just really lazy or completly uninspired, but I can't think of a title, so if anyone can (and I like it! ;)) then you get a dedication and a truck-load of votes and virtual hugs. ^.^ I really wanted to post it cos I haven't posted anything in a while. I wrote this a couple of months ago, I guess it's some of the things floating round my mind that I've never spoken, never written down before. Enjoy the er..inner workings of my mind?? yeh, okay....
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AS YET UNTITLED
A swollen heart, a buoyant mind,
Not again, she thinks
Yet again, she hopes.
She cries, she falls,
She breathes, she wishes.
One second, one chance,
One moment in time,
To speak the thoughts.
She stiffens, braces her heart,
Dropped from a height, falls again,
One question, one rejection.
A tidal wave, an avalanche
A crushing realisation
A depression, no asylum,
No escape from the clock that haunts…
Never again.
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Skeletons in the Closet
PoetryI'm not usually a poetry writer...if you could call this poetry. More like poetic musings, but there we both go.
