Egg

December gray day
Soft in the cradle of my despair
Protect me from these ghosts I bear
Fragile walls cloak my fears
Ruefully conscience
As I shatter
Set me free
My reason is cracking
I am broken
I am torn
I cannot survive this chaos
Any longer
Clouds just seem to whisk away
All the brilliant colors

Juliet Wilkerson  ©1999

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