It Starts AgainA Poem by Vampire Heart
This path in front of me where does it lead? Off to the left it winds, a precarious thing and then shifts slowly towards the right where trees bloom bright and birds sing their faint song behind foliage of green. Before I know it there is a drop, I am tumbling rapidly down a hill, no a slope, it’s a mountain that engulfs me in my sleep. Bruised and weary I wake to find myself disheveled, like the sheets, my soul aches and can’t right itself the ever present vertigo room spinning until I can’t see straight moments upon waking. It starts again. © 2008 Vampire HeartReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 9, 2008 Last Updated on April 9, 2008 AuthorVampire HeartAboutI've been writing since I was 12 as an escape from the pains of being a teen. As I've gotten older it has become therapy for dealing with being bipolar. more..Writing
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