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It is gnawing
at my senses,
there's a
tremble in my hands,
awareness has
been honed to a finely sharpened edge.
It’s the wind
that’s blowing dresses,
my eyes cry
from burning sand,
this, a gale that leaves me breathless on a narrow slipp’ry ledge.
Is there
meaning to the meaningless,
what’s the
use of knowing more,
pictures
change with each location, while the answers stay unclear.
Through this
maze I’m now delirious,
all my instincts in furore,
why I need to
escape this reality, from frustration most severe.
I will ride with these cresting waves
through the
wind of discontent that’s howling
to a song of
sadness that’s immersed itself, in my sorrow, in my bones.
To my wishes I'm a slave,
bound to
everything, bound by nothing,
severing every preconception,
rewrite that which is written in stone.
I have found that I would be much more content if I could just let go of my expectations. Knowing something and being able to actually do it are two very different things, though.
ReplyDeleteI thought that was lovely, well written and thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteAre we a slave to our wishes? If so, what control we have given over to them. But they are so strong at times it seems they do pull us along - thought hopefully we dont end up on the rocks.
ReplyDeleteIncredibly written with passion that oozes from each word... beautiful...
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