I'm crying,
its not a dream
I can't breath.
I watch,
I stare,
so tired its twisted,
crashing,
burning,
its never lasting.
Just wanna be free,
don't make me choose between
you and me,
it can't be done,
I'd rather be
on my own,
on the line
walking the wire.
Corruption
leaves my brain tattered,
with little time
to shine,
I just need to find my place,
the doors always been open,
no longer to be slammed in my face.
Don't slap my hand,
am taking a stand
I remember
what its like,
to be on my own
that little place
I call home.
No longer empty
was just in a trance.
Remember my face,
its all in good taste
I found my place
its not a case
Its a natural fact
am home,
in my heart,
ready to create art,
been given a new start.
Fresh,
and ready to move on.
CLW
02-20-10
~Fadding Pictures~
Leaning on the window seal,
I gaze out at the sky blue,
I listen to the music of the birds that pass,
Thinking of my time of last.
Mind like a merry go round,
Caught up in emotion,to a world no longer found.
With tears that trickle,
Perhaps from fear,for what no longer is near.
Shadows of grey leave me feeling in the dark,
No longer with a lucent spark,
Is all like a day in the park,
Been and gone,with few traces of powdered dust.
As the sun begins to set,
Birds heading back to the comfort of there nest,
I take a deep breath,blowing kisses to the days gone by,
Grasping at whatever I can,holding dear and near whats close to my heart.
CLW
11-28-09
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