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Watered Down
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much like tulips
(they bloom and fade)
I become as little shivers
lost on a tossed and trembled wind
a catcher of tender stars
these hands are small
and much too fragile
to hold on to their burden
despite the struggle
my minds eye beholds a white light
buried beneath eyelids made of steel
a midnight gasping through dark shadows
haunting this tired heart
(much too shattered to withstand those black
orbs )
like a wisp of smoke
I came…..
I blinked……
and found I was gone
in every sunrise blasting color
in my southern sky
I ride the sun
yet….I exhaust so quickly
by moon rise
I cry
tears of watered down rust red
bleeding a lost aria
in silent tormented
and tangled refrains
(moments of naked breakdown)
canopies of bent double boughs
weeping beneath a willow tree
(I shiver from this reckless stream)
borrowed time taunts me
a vicious scourge
I weaken with every hour
I gaze into a disfigured mirror
into eyes too bruised to face me
my moments of tortured cognizance
I find that going nowhere
is a long trip
to walk alone….
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