Breaking Point
Waiting for that merciful blade
To cut the ties that bind
Though the heart refuses
A logical mind knows,
That the answer to the pain
Is to let go, move on
But a sinking ache
Gnaws away inside
A fragile, small voice
Whispers words of hope
I cannot bring myself
To cut the rope that hangs me
So I dangle like a fool
Hoping, wishing that finally
The weight of my burden
Enough to fray any fibre
Will be the tool I need
To set myself free.....
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2010-01-26 at 03:16
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