Thursday, December 10, 2009

Amusement

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?

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