Inertia
you lay silent, yet disruptive
plundering the nation of my pillows
with your presence
where once my walls held firm
you've turned resolve to dust
my nature unallowing
of that fatal dissallusion
i remain bound
to this unraveling world
your quiet breath
my torment
your eyes
my last outpost of trust
Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2005
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