Monday, January 20, 2014

True Actions

Monuments a blaze
In the churchyard of my mind
I am brought here once or twice every season
To see how much has changed
The snow melting
The flowers in full bloom,
The flowers weathered away by gray colours
The autumn foliage and back too a frozen storm.
To see if there's a plot empty for me in the ground
Take a step away... ignore the true actions
Feeling will overcome.

(((The drugs instant release)))

This is fast acting
But there is no easy escape. 
There is no cure but time and time again.
Which we never know when we're out of...
I would like to return this book you gave me
But it seems at though the words are all blurred out
So take it seriously
When I say
I simply write to numb the pain;

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