Monday, 24 August 2009

• Dark V

  Being held like a prisoner by my own chain of thought.  The wispy wind blows in the rain through my window.

   

  Dark clouds gloom over like hovering monsters with their loud growls of destruction.

   

  Looking for a rainbow, but there isn’t one in sight.  Taping on my window as the rain falls harder by the minute.

   

  I sit here and ponder on things in my closet.  There are many skeletons there.  Sometimes they come out to remind of me of the darkness of my past.

   

  They shadows of them hover above me, reminding me of things.  I just want the dark clouds to float away.

   

  Float away like the tides.  Flow from me you beast!   Shadows take your owner; find somewhere else to have your feast!

  Currently: This Type of Thinking (Could Do Us In)

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