My Critical Circumstance
Looking at the world
In a kaleidoscope of color
Vivid and fleeting
Every shade filled with hope of bliss.
Laden with heartache
After ages of pain and grief,
Uncertainty of a 'forever'
Glancing eerily at me,
Heading for a breakdown that I would never succumb to.
Leaving behind yesterday and its bitterness,
Orbing to a height unreached
Violently fighting to kill the catalyst that motions the meltdown...
Ever after in your eyes... Love has conquered my critical circumstance.
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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