
I remain stoic in the eye of the hurricane, as my imaginings trickle around me.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 228 - Published: 10-24-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3068227
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Everything is Fine
It seeps like truth to your consciousness,
But it doesn't enlighten; it only destroys
All that is left of your faithfulness,
Your reason and well-crafted poise.
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The thunder leaves trembling in its wake,
As our breaths are separated one by one:
A pebble thrown, a million ripples in a lake –
Skimming stones used to be fun.
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I remain stoic in the eye of the hurricane,
As my imaginings trickle around me,
Gradually dripping like autumn rain
And the calm that flows through my psyche.
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Tears run ruined tracks down a withered face
And I tightly grip a wrinkled hand;
With weakness I run a tightly won race,
Reaching breathless for the shore of dry land.
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But the beach there is the victim of time;
It slips through my fingers with each grain of sand.
She says she's sorry like it was her crime –
I say it's fine and pretend I understand.
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And the waves they tug at my shore,
Disintegrating the sand forts built in vain.
The liquid whispers what it did before;
It went and will return as rain.
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I take deep breaths and order my mind –
Stand my emotions up in a line.
To the question I am all but blind,
I have my response: Everything is fine.
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I promise.
Feel free to let me know your thoughts.
Eleantris. :)
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