Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, January 19, 2009

Torn between...

The barriers invisible,
the walls mountain high,
to contain my spirit,
would certainly watch it die.

His sympathy unbecoming,
narrow it divides my sense
of happiness from the darkness
which resides.

A quiver shaking outward
from my very soul, reaches for
your love to forever hold.

My mind is all a flutter, my wants,
my needs and desire, battle
for the moment, to accompany
the hour.

The weakness surfaces and
simplicity wains, for complicated
is a love where distance plays
the game.

Trapped within the season...
Torn between the path of light and the wall of darkness.

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