coil of soul daily when my covert thoughts take their first step i disciple myself with regret in mighty blasts of cold i peek while my soul never decides to speak yet when tired eyes cry out “let the fierceness go” and words from soul to mouth decides to fail i crucify myself thorns of long forgotten thoughts prevail plastered in a cloistered coil when they begin to lose their grip my soul will shout “please let me go!” only then will words tumble from my lip ©Stemmies
Posted on: Tue, 23 Jul 2013 12:53:45 +0000
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