Breathing Islands
around me
vanishing into the blue
Hues of hope
dithering with the
abandoning sun
One more hope
I hang on to the hull
of your shipwreck
To find that
I cannot bury
my head
in your dying dreams
My life hangs
at half mast
as I attempt to pull
the lagging
images of your disolving love
I struggle,
I drown
I drown deep down
I rise
And again, I drown.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
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