Friday, December 26, 2014

My dear sweet Sadness, 
Sadness that is mine alone, 
too rich and deep for sharing. 
All the things that can not be said, 
Clawing excitably inside me.

Sadness weeping gleefully at her own misfortune.
Poor Childish heart,
Broken, human, beating breath.
wanting to be tired out
full feeling needing bleeding
Silent, Holy, Living Heart. 


2 comments:

  1. Ah so beautiful, and indeed so sad.

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  2. scattered in a moment's thought
    here in
    there is enough time
    fully met from dreams
    edge of
    eye hands moving
    bending the
    listening ..." it's free
    isnt it, it's free, isn't it "

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