I'm starting to believe that the universe is a gun pointing at me...


Turmoil


where do I go
while waiting for the turmoil
to leave my space

how do I know
the rating of the petroil
will break the haze...

I just want to hide
from eighty thousand issues
landing at my desk

I'm shielding my pride
while using all the tissues
still being 'picturesque'...





Poetry by Caprice
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Written on 2009-05-18 at 20:18

Tags Hiding  Turmoil  Pride 

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Sometimes words is the only thing that helps ..

Good to see you back :)
2009-05-19


Rob Graber
Well crafted complaint; I like especially the rhyme scheme.

(PS: This too shall pass...)
2009-05-18