Qryos Posted June 22, 2009 Report Share Posted June 22, 2009 My sanity unravels -As I grasp the reins tight I am pulled and something tears...The soil is too fine, I desire dirt.Broken glass from bat-shattered windowscomfort and lay a bed of want.Howl louder than the winddry and lonely and breakable tongues swiftly bleed this song. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
idealdabbler Posted June 23, 2009 Report Share Posted June 23, 2009 My heart is brokenMy mind is blown. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qryos Posted June 24, 2009 Author Report Share Posted June 24, 2009 (edited) ~ Hi Dabby! ... I don't know where that came from { well, I often don't, huh? } I woke & there it was.& now this. What is it about dirt lately? Blinded by want... I claw and find no fine soil here, yet fill my mouth with this drifted dirt. Tasting metal and stone mixed with the salt of tears,I taste my soul. Hill shadows leap... Clouds nor goats could find footing here, yet I grasp on to this stone found. Having known myself I stay strong and here, now I know. Edited June 24, 2009 by Qryos Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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