Jaded

I wake up in a haze
wiping my eyes slowly
with the notion of a déjà  vu
I lie in the tall grass
my head heavy, blood flowing madly

It's just me and my haze
this chilly autumn morning
I look up at the sky
with the notion of a déjà  vu
I try to breathe in the cold air
blood flowing madly, thus no success

The forest is hurtful and cruel
I learned that a lifetime ago
while I was still breathing in this world
that which you held so dear
just like me, your desire for my
cold apathy and healing therapy

With the notion of a déjà  vu
I wonder what good will come
from this chilly autumn morning

and I take my final breath



Poetry by Little Miss Sorrow
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Written on 2009-08-26 at 20:58

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