Wednesday, February 26, 2014

A Young Heart

In early hours
of awaken slumber
head thumps with dreaded thoughts
eyes peel open blank and wet
tears ensue melting all energy 
exposing the inability to trust
the unknown or the air not yet breathed
mind playing tricks, memories fade 
as the unwanted lies still. 


a poem from a young heart.

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