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Broken
Racing, rambling thoughts;
running rapidly you'll find.
Delegation doesn't dictate;
this mental state of mind.
Sound, ceremonial satire;
written out of woe.
Etching every memory;
fighting off my foe.
Flighty, fearless conduct;
heroically on a high.
Embracing every weakness;
wordless as to why.
Insomnia intensely active;
innocently I implore.
Exausted, eerie actions;
eyes closing nevermore.
Raging, rancid thoughts;
irritability now in play.
Tearful, sadistic tempest
trying to find my way.
Abusive, angry actions;
meddling done no more.
Bruised, batterred and broken;
still fighting a fruitless war.
 Solita Bunny · Wed Feb 11, 2009 @ 08:45pm · 0 Comments |
