Thoughts are chained with fear,
Pain bites through this cold cellar's core,
Agony stealthily dots every tick
lacerating the weary heart.
When all threads are tangled;
knitted in love's complex lattice.
A disease throbbing!
Static. Corrosive.
An unfamiliar voyage
that the lost sailor has to bear...
where distance doubles doubt,
when confusion paints a silhouette.
Let courage be summoned!
Have faith my beloved,
for when everything else is in a blur...
my heart will find its way...
to you,
my LOVE,
my ANTIDOTE,
my CURE.
January 27, 2011
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