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Inside-Out
Wandering the stalest path
of my inner mind..
Cold wind rasps stormy tides
and I still feel you,
so fingertip soft
against my skull..
Illusion?
Mayhap the mayhem
has been installed..
(I slept too long)
Beneath sooted lashes,
frozen sticky from you..
I beckon this breach..
this insanity
in purloined view,
see myself
through your eyes..
and get knocked back
from your spite.
This virginal shell,
veined in short crosses..
bonds the linked suffrage.
When over~broken
by sentences so short,
I could fall from the edge
If you care
to invite me
outside..
Momentum lies heavy
as I blind-grasp for grace.
heavy on your time?
I've run out of space..
space to search freely
on my sentiments of you,
the will to creep silent
into raw interlude..
But I do.
I run.
run from you, from outside,
on soft wings of thought,
and return to the sanctum
of My mind, My eyes.
At safety,.. I sigh..
and flounder for inside.
Published 20th May 2015
| Edited 20th Jul 2015
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6th Jun 2015 7:37am
This was very well written, feels as of 2 lovers, long married and on the verge of the rocks, but the memory remains, forever in the thoughts, had to favorite this one my friend: deadwolf
6th Jun 2015 10:31am
*Egahds dead-on man! (still 15 yrs n'countin tho)
Better me, better us fer these writes. Keeps me quiet to abuse my paper laters, *mostly the better alternative.
Much thanks m'friend, fer giving this lost one a read!
~d
Better me, better us fer these writes. Keeps me quiet to abuse my paper laters, *mostly the better alternative.
Much thanks m'friend, fer giving this lost one a read!
~d
