Wednesday, 8 September 2010


Hit me with the rhythm
of my heart that lies
awake. Spell out loud
the voice of reason
for you my life aches.
Breath hard, harder,
I am weak but in
your presence I
grow with profound
capabilities beyond
all imaginings. Do
not leave, do not
erase..nor ponder
what lies beneath
this fragile
existance you see
before you. Come..
lay down your
weapons of mass
distruction, wipe
away my tears..


nitebyrd said...

It's the emotional/mental weapons that hurt more than the physical ones, I think.

Indi said...

nitebyrd ~ Yeah ... but the more I drink the less I feel, until I fall over of course then it freakin stings like hell...