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Quietly I Cried Out II

The tender eyes
Seeking refuge
In the tears of others
 
Amongst the tall pines
I lay beside them
'Neath  
Cummings shyest metaphor
 
Engraved in solitude
Destiny can seem fickle
But I suppose that's mostly
Me
The fragile ego
The thin nerves
 
The tranquility of embrace
The fully natural state
There is a price to be paid

 
The thrill is real
The luscious rush
Of exuberant adrenaline
I cannot be bothered
 
Quietly I cried out
Hardly in agony
Hardly in peril
Wholly succumbed
To my own self
 
The gaze dissapeared
The world was silent
My ghost appeared.
Written by anonymouslyhere (Pariah Shadow)
Published | Edited 23rd Jun 2017
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