Blue rain downpour.
My suffering soul.
At first only mist then
come onerous swells.
Ticker tick-ticking
retorting the angst,
I heave and I shudder
in fear of what comes.
A palpable mirage.
The peaceful torrent.
My martyr’s quest.
Redolent of
barb laden roses.
My soul urges detour,
my screams cry retreat,
yet somehow I savor
the scent of this place.
I have fallen,
absorbed by its lie,
to search for enchantment
in grief soaked clouds.
so please leave me be,
acutely aware,
this pain that I love
is my watershed dance.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 2:43 PM UTC
Blue rain downpour.
My suffering soul.
At first only mist then
come onerous swells.
Ticker tick-ticking
retorting the angst,
I heave and I shudder
in fear of what comes.
A palpable mirage.
The peaceful torrent.
My martyr’s quest.
Redolent of
barb laden roses.
My soul urges detour,
my screams cry retreat,
yet somehow I savor
the scent of this place.
I have fallen,
absorbed by its lie,
to search for enchantment
in grief soaked clouds.
so please leave me be,
acutely aware,
this pain that I love
is my watershed dance.
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