Shelly's Poetry for Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Just Before Madness (The Candle’s Final Flicker)

I sit all day and I sit in the sun and yet it is my darkest time. I chuckle at the play on words — for alas they are but words. Thus creating imagery for those who are sad inside but so robust on the outside. It is like still waters, they run deep and the bottom hides its treasures; like I do with... Sign in to see full entry.

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