Ben · Feb 7, 2012
my mind, my enemy

i would scream for you
if only i thought anyone
would hear my anguished
cries, carried on a cold
northern wind, almost as
unfeeling as your heart
almost as distant as the
stars that sit on their
flaming thrones in the
vast empty expanse of space
only to look down and judge
me, mock me, with their
beauty, so reminiscent of
the very same that you posses

i hold my breath in this
raging, storming sea
that has flooded my mind
waiting to hear from you once more
a life line to a drowning man
unlikely as the ability to
breathe water as if it were air

 
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