Pick yourself up
and take this dark despair
to the shuttered door..
Utter words of resilient tears
into the wailing winds.
...
The depth of this sadness
beyond the clawing grasps,
no it is still not over..
How did I get here,
how do I get out.
Sunday, 19 February 2012
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