no downward measure
Gently breaking,
seething, taking,
breathing, faking,
mind is racing.
the smell of smoke,
a stale epiphany,
if i was gone,
would you miss me?
i am silently withdrawing,
nightmares tearing, gnawing,
memories... a silent treasure,
shallow now, no downward measure
By Mordabokks
© 2012 Mordabokks
(All rights reserved)
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