Here i Lie:
Disconsolate
Discouraged
Worn down to nothing like the teeth of the Pharaohs-
the resilient, tiny grains of sand contaminating their food, interminable grinding of bone
like defeat, rejection, failure endlessly chipping away at and disintegrating the substance of my soul.
Is there hope?
There always is,
but its once-bright warm caress of light
has faded to almost nothing,
the last minuscule bit of candle wick
now fizzles out, its dying breath a trail of swirling black smoke,
oily,
fragrant,
Gone.
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 11:17 AM UTC
Here i Lie:
Disconsolate
Discouraged
Worn down to nothing like the teeth of the Pharaohs-
the resilient, tiny grains of sand contaminating their food, interminable grinding of bone
like defeat, rejection, failure endlessly chipping away at and disintegrating the substance of my soul.
Is there hope?
There always is,
but its once-bright warm caress of light
has faded to almost nothing,
the last minuscule bit of candle wick
now fizzles out, its dying breath a trail of swirling black smoke,
oily,
fragrant,
Gone.
- From The Beginning
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