Hanging by a Thread
Clutching at straws in blackened silence
Sifting through pieces of conversation,
Trying to find some thread,
Some sense of logic or reason
When there is none to be found
Tearing at my own hair
A temple throbbing headache
Depriving me of sweet sleep
Where at least the mind quiets....
Tortured by my own imagination
With broken nails I scratch it out
The vision of my worst assumption
Hoping I am wrong, oh so wrong...
There is no rest, there is no peace
There is no frustration to compare
With the unanswered question.......
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-12-18 at 15:19
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