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  October's Child


I am but a storm birthed from the wind
Helter Skelter to twirl and spin
Troubled and bare,  pain has no end
They judge my appearance,  yet never peer in

My mind is tattered for all to see
Fading silently no longer to be
Feeling delusory, please set me free
Where fingers of time can't reach for me

Storms are smashing against my will
The forces of yesterday trying to steal
All that I am; I flee from the chill
Of a destined fate stamped with a seal

I'm dying inside in a moving abyss
Master of disobedience; I am amiss
The words of one wise I chose to dismiss
As the wind tosses me, I reminisce.

enfant de thé vent

March 3, 2007

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