Tuesday, July 27, 2010


Soft petals fall
Dried up tears irrigate
The soul is as fertile as can be
Open to anything and everything
Waiting to answer that proverbial call

Spurting growth
Awakened dreams appear
Reality and fantasy a blur
About to pull that dagger out of you
I vaguely remember taking an oath

Tonight I lay here my head in limbo
Will they come for me now?
Those demons are a crafty bunch
Prying and sneaky as always
Tempted to leap out that window

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