Emotional Dust
Contain yourself
And remain under control
What is the matter with you?
Have you no sense at all?
Who can have sense
In a home without definition?
Who can be contained
Within a terrible condition?
"Come to me, my darling..."
Cries the noose, so serene
"Cradle me with carelessness..."
whispers sadness so clean
Walk over my face
Step upon my heart
Either way they are weak
And soon to fall apart...
Hello, is anyone there?
Is anyone there?
Copyright © Elizabeth Ochoa | Year Posted 2006
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