Tough
Tough,
Hard,
Unyielding,
Stark.
In my little drawer,
With all my soft precious things
Was once a sweet, sweet gentleness.
In my little empty drawer
Filled with dry tears
Are memories
And promises that escaped into the night.
Tough,
Hard,
Unyielding,
Stark.
Am I mad?
Has insanity overtaken me?
Is my heart a deceptive selfishness
And my will a calculating craziness?
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
Hard,
Unyielding,
Stark.
In my little drawer,
With all my soft precious things
Was once a sweet, sweet gentleness.
In my little empty drawer
Filled with dry tears
Are memories
And promises that escaped into the night.
Tough,
Hard,
Unyielding,
Stark.
Am I mad?
Has insanity overtaken me?
Is my heart a deceptive selfishness
And my will a calculating craziness?
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
posted by billy at Monday, July 04, 2011
3 Comments:
It's a powerful metaphor, that little drawer...
Thanks Erin, I'm so glad you are keeping an eye on my musings. I realise they have been rather dark of late.
I'm not afraid of the dark :)
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