
Waylaid and frayed.
Worn threads on the screw.
The silence in my smile,
a tocsin.
Behind the mirage,
a saccade betrays me.
Tapping out
S
O
S
in desparate staccato.
You cannot sweep away destruction
with a wave or a wish.
Abandon ship
is the only option.
Namaste,
C H E Z
So beautiful, so sad.
Posted by: [email protected] | March 11, 2011 at 08:40 PM
Beautiful but am worried about you my friendxx By way still have not received my giveaway from ages ago my friendxxDon't worrying but just want you to know that l am not being rude and not saying thank you.xxxhope you are ok my friend..know you are having a hard time..if l can help..yellxxlynda
Posted by: lynda howells | March 12, 2011 at 01:45 PM