my words

Words are wind and rain, whispers and tears

Jul 6

dying in place

my feet are mired
in the concrete
of rule and principle
desire and intent
cannot break me loose
as i so want to go
to you
with you
my heart flies
fast and far
but the world
holds fast
holding on hard
and my soul dies
a piece at a time
without you


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