Friday, December 25, 2009

The not-so-distant past

Sigh before I cry
Do before I die
Bend before I break
Smile before I fake
Talk before I listen
Fade before I glisten
Scream before I fall
Lose before I call
Do before I think
Swim before I sink

Before the world; I’m on my knees
Past days are but distant memories.
Oh, it was horror. But it’s fine
This pain was not yours – it was mine
I thought I loved but now I am free
The storm has passed, I can finally see…

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