Estrangement.
What I fear
Lost in the woods
Among the trees
Among the graves
Walking with death
Holding my hand
Skeletal shadows
Cursing the twilight
Have you left me?
God sighs and folds
His hands together
Maybe he's taking a vacation
From love and life and happiness
Me too
As if too much fun were
too much.
Everything's a burden
It's not getting any easier
The fallout is more than
I can handle
On the way down
I only stop to pick
the dead flowers.
June 2, 2007
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2007-06-28 at 03:06
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Wilted Spring
AbandonedWhat I fear
Lost in the woods
Among the trees
Among the graves
Walking with death
Holding my hand
Skeletal shadows
Cursing the twilight
Have you left me?
God sighs and folds
His hands together
Maybe he's taking a vacation
From love and life and happiness
Me too
As if too much fun were
too much.
Everything's a burden
It's not getting any easier
The fallout is more than
I can handle
On the way down
I only stop to pick
the dead flowers.
June 2, 2007
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 697 times
Written on 2007-06-28 at 03:06
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