Thursday, September 12, 2013

withered


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A cruel cycle weaves it's silky web
and I brace myself for the storm
seated inside
orchestrating my every move
and like the wilderness,
I seek
the daydreams in my head
thrashing and let down
withered, I wait
contentment seeps through
binding me to reality
until the waves return
an ebb and flow.

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