The rush of gentle wind overwhelms me--
meaning only to propel me,
but instead
it makes me stop.
The thoughts in my mind
nauseate me--
churning and spinning and crashing
along my sides,
Mutinous--
threatening to throw me over.
From wave after wave
of connections unknown
all I have learned is that
I cannot surrender.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
The rush of gentle wind overwhelms me--
meaning only to propel me,
but instead
it makes me stop.
The thoughts in my mind
nauseate me--
churning and spinning and crashing
along my sides,
Mutinous--
threatening to throw me over.
From wave after wave
of connections unknown
all I have learned is that
I cannot surrender.
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