My Own Rescue {CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme}

Muddy trails of unknown conflict lead towards anxiety,
Step by step controlled by infected rivalry's against me,
Fingers point in directions only innocence can wonder,
While many chaotic thoughts creep very slowly & ponder,
Sitting on historic headstones deciding on what to do,
Holding back salty tears that were unforgiving made by you,
Wishing on stars above in the sky hoping to make it through,
Alone once again contemplating on who I should now be,
Needing to find a piece of luck within a four leaf clover,
To escape horrid feelings of what might be my own rescue.

15th October 2006
Copyright (C) Natalie

` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `
The CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme, a form created by
Laura Lamarca, consisting of one 10-lined stanza.
The rhyme scheme for this form is AABBCCCABC
and a syllable count of each line is 15.
` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `