Sometimes, I feel
I would crumble and break;
If I stay still,
I'd shiver, quake.
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For strength has run low
Within my soul;
Tired of rebuilding the house of cards
That falls over, soon as wind blows.
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Tired of having
To mask distress;
Putting up a façade-
A chameleon dress.
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Tired of having seen
Upright and strong-
Without and within;
The one they can count on.
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Strong as I was;
Strong I might be.
I'm still human-
Longing to be free.
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Free of the chains
That bind my heart-
Weigh down my bones,
Locked up the art.
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For I, lost art-
Obscure, wary;
Hidden, seen:
Quite the contrary.
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Daedalus incarnate!
The art screams to me;
Trapped in of own making-
Ever growing, roots of tree.
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Breathe and heave,
As it expands.
Through the labyrinth, my Hero weaves;
I watch, and pray, he takes my hands...
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Closer- frequent stumbles rile;
The complications increase;
Sadly, I smile:
Don't give up, please!
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I know, you have
A maze of your own;
Do let's converge-
And never be alone!
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Sometimes, I feel
I would crumble and break;
For I know not the pain
Lies in the act, or the wait...
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Thoughts of You and More
PoetryPoetry about a certain someone I'm sure most have,and also some other things. I hope you guys can relate. :) Enjoy. Feel free to comment-constructive criticism is welcome-, and of course vote-only if you like it and you want to ;)-, I will appreciat...
