Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The Passing of My Old Life

I ache in helplessness
And count hours,
Awaiting freedom from this heavy burden.
But change occurs so slowly in the muscles,
A chain reaction I can see
Only from a distant moment.
Once this death within completes itself,
The monster will forgive and wither -
I will be freed to freedom then. Perhaps.

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