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Saturday, September 24, 2011

Spent

Resting my beautiful eyes for a new reality
Where despair can no longer reach me
Past the pinnacle of REM
Approaching the deep slumber


Time and space frozen
As I weep of a broken dream
Cry solid tears of disappointment
Crystals of an aching heart

I've spent many a nights like this
Lost in the entanglement of my own thoughts
Trapped in the soliloquy of my heart
The silent plea of the crushed

 

Spent I am
Drained I've become
No longer can I control the ice the invades me
Nor cool the fire the engulfs me

My spirit broken
Broken in my woven skin
Wounded by time's reality
A blister beyond repair

How shall I escape?
To where can I flee?
Where's the cobblestone to freedom?
That was built on the backs of the innocent

Scream
Shout
Bawl
All in accordance with my grief
All in correspondence with my pain


Press on I must
Push forth I can
For the mind is my best weapon
And mental defeat is the end of a fallen dream


Much Love,
Nella




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