Sunday, February 20, 2011


To feel so ruined
It is a funny thing
Breathing breaths of heavy air
Even that is a burden.
It heaves and chokes its way out
While stepping on the palpating heart
Pushing its soul down
Hurting, writhing, crying
As it destroys all in its path.
Happiness is only fine as a momentary lapse of reality
But ruin is the burden that
Remains with me-
Forever mine
Forever waiting
Just whispering
Always here
Just waiting 

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