Sunday, April 13, 2014

Three-thirty Blues  16June2012

Every day, without fail
In the cavity that used to house my heart
The searing pain flickers
To a dull, pulsing ache.

Quite the unwelcome guest, she is
The mid-day sadness is here again
She's made herself at home
In my blue shade, sits with me awhile.

Heart-shaped lips trembling madly
With no reason to be seen
Pretty eyes willing back tears
I've grown weary of brushing away.

Can't speak
Can't think
Can't breathe

But I can still feel.  And I do.
I can still feel.

                         I'd rather breathe.

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