A possibly lame attempt at poetry


The moment before you let go

Tangled,
Turned,
Twisted in the blackness.

Broken,
Battered,
Bound in thorns.

Scared,
Sleepless,
Strangled with secrets.

Heartless,
Hopeless,
Helpless in despair.

Desperate,
Desolate,
Disappear into nothing.

It begins with nothing, and ends with nothing, until nothing is everything.

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Published on July 17, 2013 00:43
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