My words are not water.
They do not flow...
Its another day
when the lower lip quivers...
You hug your children,
wishing you didn't have to...
'Do you remember...
Short of hopes, a log swims;
Afloat...
It was in there, within a ripple,
while I was walking at the shore of my life...
i am bereft of truth;
wholly-wedded to the thought...
May be I'm broken
And I can no longer hold the light in me...
A wee rabbit trapped
in the barb wires of your fangs...
Burn my soul in silence;
watch me glint...
All those random thoughts I have
And oh those twisted fears...
The duets of lancing and laceration.
Flesh is tender...