The Cycle

and as the thoughts wreak havoc
in the river of tears
the mist holds no air
and I suffocate in my fears
the truth offers some comfort
in tiny drops of air
but grasp at it as I do
they float away on my despair
left to my own devices
i breath the watery mist
which turns into more tears
until I can be born again
flushed from the womb of my indifference
air finally filling my lungs
i look to see why this has begun again
i see you pulling on my heart strings
saving me for yet another day
this circle, this cycle
it just perpetuates my love

The Cycle

andreatreitman

Simi Valley, United States

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