The Pit of My Soul
By Abilene
I want to stop this long enough so that I can open my arms And fall back into a musical of tranquility A horrorshow for them, the beautiful leaves falling so lightly you forget that they are symbolic of time I open my arms- stretch 'em out And all of nothing happens- Maybe a release of the last of my energies into the suffocating air of the office I fall into the lids of tired eyes Fall like a stone into the pit of my soul I find the loves of my life hovering there like angels Drawing me patterns of joyful memory I could cry from the beauty of it, but smile instead with the dreaming Just a moment of reverie, then into white walls I stare... A*B*C Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 07:40 AM PST 0 • 1
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"I want to stop this long enough..."