Trap
The petals bent upward
my eyes fixated
never had I seen something so absurd
the guy I hated
emotions out of wack, blurred
what had he created
a sign for me, that made my world
affection poured into a flower trap for me it was baited
my love had tried to come out, I hurled
I hated him didn't I?
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Puffing Pachyderm
Just lost; occasionally looking for an unclear something or overwhelmed nothing. Mostly distracted trying to chase the wind, an equally impossible task. Never prepared, it slips over and under all about the room never taking shape or forming thought. Scared to move past predictable, dreading the inevitable reoccurrence of the past. Personal torture undefined by tomorrows ideals or today's good fortune. Every nightmare rooted in yesterdays folly. Fear a weight to the heart spawned from multitudes of misinformed decisions. Roaming lost forever.
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