Just a little seed kickin up dust dry ground,,harsh sun, no rain, only heat shuns stuck,trying to birth my blossem forgotten peeble,my kernal is poppin like a diamond in the dirt,so lost So much beauty to give but instead i paid the cost days pass me by,pondeing day by day, When ill wither & fade away. Seeming so hopless,salvaion is a phrase spoen seldom now. Felt a drop of blood,nuturing me sound. Pleading for more of this black cloud, yearning for a taste of lyfe by which im bound. Confounded to the ground, the chain rooots start to unravel, Flourishing the birth of a burgendy Luminisence. Now so grown that cloud begins to dissipate, Ill mannaered thoughts contemplate"did it aticipate to forsake?" "or was it just a figment of a dream I used to fool myself that this would brush the lonliness away?" No feedback is uttered, Learned to walk without feet, as I leave a trail tanaciously smothered. The cloud which was there has now moved on, as I stride with air relentlessly, feeling the pedals of a rose slowly decay & begone. Such an short lived peace, yet it created the essence of struggle, which is Whut I alwayz strived to achieve..
Posted on: Wed, 21 Aug 2013 05:13:49 +0000
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