Touched by the smooth hands of the wind
Waitng hard to be consumed by a force
Swallowed up by fear
So afraid to let go
Constantly remined of my pain
Nature overthrows self-control
Wishing and wanting to end it all
Thinking beyond the brains capacity
Becomes the order of the day
Spiritualism and imaginary fear take over
Once jovial,now withdrawn into a shell
Sorrow become the acne of perfection
Get to the peak of deterioration
And………………….silence!
dotch-bokh ***aje***
Steph Jacob – nobansteph@yahoo.com
