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my whispers, they float over the currents braving the undulating waves in our overture... around their necks, hung time-worn pendants whispers... struggling to convey my sentence like wreaths adrift perhaps with hope like a requiem filled perhaps with remorseful penance but more like weakened footholds on a slippery slope... this dream... only spoke grandly of sprawling blackness where nothing did gleam only thoughts heavy but... oddly weightless except for... a repertoire of transgressions... raucous and obnoxious mischievous taunts that pull me back caging me, enslaving me, smothering me senseless that was my consciousness where second chances exist... in faint sporadic eruptions through the heavy curtains of uncertainty's mist finally awakened by hastened breaths heavy and laboured as like previous temporary deaths I could hear my heart thumping... beating... fighting... to set its beats apart breathe deep... allow the new day's air sink in rise fully from sleep wake up and... let today begin
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
Unsettled Heart
my whispers, they float over the currents braving the undulating waves in our overture... around their necks, hung time-worn pendants whispers... struggling to convey my sentence like wreaths adrift perhaps with hope like a requiem filled perhaps with remorseful penance but more like weakened footholds on a slippery slope... this dream... only spoke grandly of sprawling blackness where nothing did gleam only thoughts heavy but... oddly weightless except for... a repertoire of transgressions... raucous and obnoxious mischievous taunts that pull me back caging me, enslaving me, smothering me senseless that was my consciousness where second chances exist... in faint sporadic eruptions through the heavy curtains of uncertainty's mist finally awakened by hastened breaths heavy and laboured as like previous temporary deaths I could hear my heart thumping... beating... fighting... to set its beats apart breathe deep... allow the new day's air sink in rise fully from sleep wake up and... let today begin
Based on a dream.
#hellopoetry107#unsettledheart
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
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