Uricomplex
By a lachrymist
Old lingering feelings in my childhood overwhelm this here, and I can't go on. These urges govern these thoughts of reason. So I must cleanse the way, change the waters to a golden sun. Work these tired limbs into motion, the awaking has begun. Galling senses, provoking changes, can't deny this here any more. Relief takes me back. these tense, tired muscles learn to lax. In hand, aiming for the blacken hole. I free myself. finally. Teary eyed and joyful, waiting, watching for the end to come. With the final drops coming to a end, I flush away the colour and place myself back in the comfort of my home. Written October 12th, 2001 © on Oct 12 2001 04:42 AM PST 10 • 0
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"Old lingering feelings in my childhood overwhelm this here,..."