Tendrils and the FlowerA Poem by Attaxer
Every single time I do this
the loneliness creeps in A tendril in my darkest hour Most times, there is nothing to cut into that darkness. Nothing to pull me out of that despair. This time however, There is a flower. I will protect that flower as long as it lives. Now I take a risk. If she is the right girl, it will work. If not... then the flower will die and the tendrils will take hold of me. I'm teetering on the edge between insanity and hopeless. Her answer decides which way I'll fall. The side of Insanity, gives me a new life. A new chapter. A brand new beginning. The side of hopeless. ... well I don't wanna talk about what would happen should I fail. Wish me luck.
© 2011 Attaxer |
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1 Review Added on April 18, 2011 Last Updated on April 18, 2011 AuthorAttaxerLouisville, KYAboutI'm a different type of individual than most would assume. I am honest to a fault. I am caring. I embrace three basic principles. Expression is the key to happiness. Know who you are an.. more..Writing
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