"Dust thou art to dust returnest"


Wednesday, April 10, 2013


I feel so hollow 

Without hope inside...

I try to smile to force the optimism 
To listen to my loved ones... 
As I cry. 

Because they know 
They have my best interest in mind

Are in my heart eternally. 

To know mine is breaking more everyday... 

To keep holding blind faith,
Blind love...
In the cloud of darkness.

There are no secrets here. 

To know your stronger more compassionate than I...
For me to feel your pain... 
I'll die and become more still, 
This rooted tree, heavy in the ground...


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