Friday, December 11, 2009


the weeping sky no longer blue
my world's in need of simple bliss
: a lover's touch, or tender kiss
to spark a light for brighter hue

i long to rest my weary head
too heavy with the muddy doubt
this inner flame is burning out
dying slowly with the tears i've shed

farewell to all who loved me well
i'm going home —
i'm going home,
i'm slipping back into my shell.

30 july 2008 ; 21.44

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