Tuesday, May 15, 2012

once

at one point, i thought i had a rebellious soul, but acquiescent demeanour. 
at one point, i trusted and believed in others.
at one point,  hope fermented within me.
at one point, i  intuitively buried the pain of others.
at one point, i predicted a future, the background a pedestal.
at one point, i offered guidance and moved between multiple spheres.
at one point, i gazed at madness from the outside.
at one point, i projected responses.
now i'm haunted by loss.

2 comments:

  1. Thanks for the comment, Izdiher! What happend, then?

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