Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Self-discipline



I must space each little sigh
Lest it becomes a drawn-out cry
The hinting of perpetual tears
Weeping far across the years

I must quell the sudden urge
Restrain the unabashed surge
To drown within a silent thought
Bleeding from the wound it wrought

I must resist the solitude
Of darkened oceans, vast, subdued
And I must space each little sigh
In unspoken soliloquy

J~

2 comments:

  1. The image is fabulous, as are your words…. I was thinking escape, until my second reading of this.

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  2. Thank-you Anthony. You were right...the second time:)

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