Running away from my eyes Turning towards, and loving lies. The vacancy of my fear around my neck Someone cares that I am a wreck. A pothole of misery, to be denied All to comfortable breathing a sigh. From above my hole I see a light Looking down I see something bright.
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Begin To Think
Words, muttering towards a shamble, Beaten down, surrounded by bramble, Treading through the weeds and muck, Thorns scratching, gouging, and still no luck, Every so often a clearing begins to speak, I tread lightly, see the sun, and begin to think.
InkyGirl Ecstasy 