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I’m leaking purples greens blues and yellows
I’m leaking red because of a fellow
Human being’s resistance to my cries.
So I count the seconds passing by,
Until my heart has swollen too large.
Until my spirit decides to bombard
My physical body for power unfound.
Am I expecting anything too profound?
In darkness I wait for the moments to pass
No light to shine through my tear stained glass.
I wait with anxiety and I wait in pain,
Watching the purples and blues wash away in the rain.





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MidnightRoses said...
Jun. 20, 2012 at 11:18 am
I really honestly love this poem! Inspirational and dramatic:)
 
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