Engulfed by this cloud of darkness,
I am capable of nothing but ponder,
Silent surender.
Sounds of the world resonate,
With dexterity of my lonesome thoughts.
Sadness, Indecisiveness,
It's a fool's job coming above,
The eye of the storm.
And yet to spiral back into,
Is child's play,
A scourge feared by many,
As scary and vulnerable child's play can be.
Stillness of the air,
Strangely odd it seems.
I laugh at the thought,
It resonates what I feel,
And yet I am amused?
Thursday, December 10, 2009
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