Sunday, 2 June 2013

UNFOLDED BENEATH


Walking through dreams,
The angels within;
Feathers fall off
Anger so thin.

Carrying weights of pangs,
Shoulders crack down,
Bosom gets a hole,
Mud behold!

Clenched fists, burning skin,
Resolve to flee, cloistered to brim.
Happiness grow wings,
As my guardian angel sings,
Of bravery and whims,
Sleep and positive dreams.

Grieved i much, humiliated too;
Woken back up and proved myself through.
Looking back-the journey's tough,
Of friends lost and murders of trust.
Win i must, cause i am 'Me',
Jostling with life,
I've finally found me!!
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