Wednesday, August 11, 2010

words flail half formed and stop short of my tongue
i thought i earned this coiled snake

but i am who i have always been.
seeking a cypress

bury me 'neath a cypress
and never again will i complain,

no more. yearning is deep within
my chest and continues

pushing me stumbling toward the ledge
crying and laughing maniacally

but bury me 'neath a cypress
and never again will i complain,

no more.

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