Settling in
Almost unaware
Like a dense fog of charcoal grey
Take hold!
To dissipate its cloak
That clings soiled and heavy
Ever encompassing
Does not allow one to breath
At times, there is a need to feel this
To let it be
Knowing that when it leaves
I will be temporarily free!
Until she returns
Like an incessant disease
Perpetuated by dwelling in the muck of her
Tears red and stained
Sore eyes and
Blistered soul
My heart chained in despair
Fading fast...
Leading me absolutely nowhere.
~ Calli © 2008
2 comments:
Callie, this is so sad, beautiful, but so sad.
Tracey, my friend, it is definitely sad, and you are so kind to call it beautiful. Thank you!
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