maandag 28 februari 2011

Cataclysm


Dear life
Let me in
I want to let go
But I cling
On to a bastard of a life
That won’t let me go

Dear Life
I urge you
To make me feel fulfilled
What falls apart
Can surely be rebuild

Dear life
I remember a child
Laden with expectation
All smiles
Hoping the cracks will fill themselves

Dear life
Why should
I scrub the deck?
That will be
spitted on again
and smudged with dreck?

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