Brainstorm


I am an empty sail
waiting for the hurricanes
to blow me away
and tear apart my chains.


Please don't fail
I need the storm
I don't want to stay
in this suicidal form.


I am an empty sail
longing for the vortexes
to blow me astray
to reboot my cortexes.


Please don't fail
I need the winds
to blow me the way
away from my sins.





© Boa Berg
2010-05-18
12:28




Poetry by Boa Berg
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Written on 2010-05-18 at 12:31

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