Dead Trees and Ink
A collection of simple musings.
Monday, March 17, 2008
descended
Submerged and drowning on the idle contempt of others
Bound struggling to free myself of the tightening knots
Rigid spasms dare not concede to an unwillful fate
Fierce gasp for life’s breath as the heart burns without air
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