Oh how this heart falls
When confronted with reality
I had not thought to reply
To these fears till asked
And now in speaking them out loud
More calamitious than appeared before
There are no solutions
Only hope of most desperate kind
A desperation of rainbows and pots of gold
Rather than happy plagued with never afters
The doors are closing and Time escaping
Ill placed I feel the anxiety of all promise dissipate
Of hope marginalised to nothingness
When talking with a friend
On troubles unattended too.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Confronted.
Confronted.
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