When In Thought
When in thought I sulk-
Narrowed down to a single fault
Like my heart is a prize,
and my thoughts are the vault;
just as soon, as I almost spit them out-
I halt.
It's days like these,
I wish only for a calming breeze-
So that I may breathe;
Properly grieve,
But really its only a tease-
For open sorrow just isn't me.
Copyright © Carly Larkin | Year Posted 2014
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