Panic
I, undone and unable to bear
This burden is heavy and my legs may give
At any moment the pressure is rising
Uncontrollably and it tightens ever harder
As I lay here the thought of dying
Consumes all but the faintest glow
Of hope and a gasp of air
Is welcome to my thirsty lungs
Which have held their breath waiting
For this defining moment
Of pain and suffering unending
...Tuesday 21st February 2017 4:13 am
Heaven bound and ground away they wish to be
Longing for the thermals to carry them beyond the horizon
Ever fearful of falling to the depths below
But never succumbing to force of gravity
The clouds wave as they pass by
Allowing them to pass unharmed
Chasing the sun so it never sets
Escaping the cloak of nightfall
They started small, unable to bear their own weight
Seeking the help of oth...
Monday 20th February 2017 9:37 pm
Hope
I was to write of love, of affection, of my other half. I was to write many words, all in the name of love, capturing her beauty in and out, telling tales of how she was but an arrow in the wind that pierced my heart and forever took hold of me.
I was to write...but with the day's end, and darkening of the sky, I choose to write of hope. For the day brought us despair, misery, suffering, anguis...
Monday 20th February 2017 8:36 pm
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