sinking...
sinking so slowly-
down deep in the dark-
fighting the blackness
and punching the pain...
reaching for reason-
but finding no sense-
losing my passion-
nothing to gain...
sitting in silence-
surrounded in mess-
sloppy and silly
a flashback with cuts...
nothing is helping-
except for your smile-
so I keep in within me
as I burn in my guts...
Joy Weare.
26th September, 2008.
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