A Plaster to My Skin

- Harsh today is the sunrise, basking in the sky. Mindless, heavy emotion- the bulky weight that forces this tear upon my eye.
- An empty hearted haze, this day will prove to be. Aimless wandering about, a soul weeping to be free.
- Dejected faces of plentitude, plastered against my skin. Solitude now proving heavier, than in a lifetime it's ever been.
- Bearing the burden of muchness, exuding to the bone. Oneness now projected, contriving to be alone.
- Hollow core in the light of day with dimness inching in- a forceful prod to sundown, so that I may tomorrow, begin again.

Reviews

[Chris]

Welcome to WC. I listened to the thoughts expressed and understood.

[Kate H]

Ahhh, you're too kind, sir. I favor this one because it is the very first I wrote on about my previously mentioned tribulations.

[Chris]

We somehow never picture our life hurting the way it does at time - ya know?

[Kate H]

Oh boy, do I ever????? Not only do we not picture it sometimes but we also could've never prepared for some of the things we're presented with, no matter how prepared we think we may be.

[Chris]

Smiling ...If you drink coffee, I hope you have some. You'll like it here.

[Kate H]

I LOVE coffee and it's brewing now! I hope you enjoy your cup of brew :)