Sunday, July 28, 2013

Dead Branch

I seemed to have lost what little I had 
Whether I had known at the time 
How much and the importance... 
The lightening upon the hill
Ignites the sky 
And quiet rain descends clear droplets 
Yet I have no tears to cry... 
Only heartbeats so hollow

Of another day I fear to live.   

What's left of the trees I see in the forest 
Branches on the near horizon disappearing 
As my eyes fold down to a close... 

The soul inside me flows out. 

Are we predetermined?

O r   W i l l   Y o u r   B r a n c h   B r e a k   M y   F a l l . . ?

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