I have found myself at the end of the rope,
and as extended as I choose to be.
I realize the chaos of you,
and I have receded from that disturbance.
I now navigate on,
and you are far to the absence
of everything that is me.
I have passed the threshold
as well as "deleted forever" the files marked from you.
No longer to read on in your forced upon emails
I looked
saw the title and choose...
NO!
By no means will I let your thoughts fill my head.
Not any longer to breathe in
the hate that is you.
Im far from this now.
Even though its on the horizon,
I can see it fading.
And I cant wait for the new sun.
Denise Werntz
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
I have found myself at the end of the rope,
and as extended as I choose to be.
I realize the chaos of you,
and I have receded from that disturbance.
I now navigate on,
and you are far to the absence
of everything that is me.
I have passed the threshold
as well as "deleted forever" the files marked from you.
No longer to read on in your forced upon emails
I looked
saw the title and choose...
NO!
By no means will I let your thoughts fill my head.
Not any longer to breathe in
the hate that is you.
Im far from this now.
Even though its on the horizon,
I can see it fading.
And I cant wait for the new sun.
Denise Werntz
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