Tuesday, January 13, 2015

soul's cry

the more
you push
the uncertainty

the more 
i want
to shrivel and die

the more 
you shrug
your shoulders
to the future

the more 
i want 
to hide from
whatever comes

why try
when nothing good's 
coming my way?

why hope
when nothing new's
about to be born?

why live
with my own inequity
when the calm 
that i want to see

is in a blur
just beyond me

with no road ahead
to set me free

comfort me

or free me to the stars


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