Monday, 22 June 2009


Past memories are like spies
that come to compare themselves
with the present.
You are always on my mind.
My sister, my friend, my everlasting mother.
I cannot hide who I am.
My thoughts are surrounded
by razors
that cut deep into the dark area,
hidden by fear.
I miss you, but can I still trust you?
There's a thurmoil, now and then,
Stormy weather rises, sometimes.
Can I always count
with you for protection?
Somedy told me
you aren't there anymore,
where I thought you'd always be.
I hope I didn't push you too hard.
I hope you'll find your way back home.
When it reaches me,
I'll be asleep.
Frozen, in my bed, waiting.

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