Saturday, October 10, 2015

Cold Fall Intentions

Why are we lost and confused,
Seemingly found and bruised?
I can't fathom the intended consequences...

I'm cold,
But what else is new?

I stare at my body,
Touching my delicate bones.
Swearing in a foreign language.

Two little faces peek through the door.
I let out a soft giggle, and they run in to greet me with silent hugs.

Simplicity , I've asked for it,
And here it is.

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