Friday, 21 December 2012

Whilst you

I am failing
Under weighted skies
Heavy with expectations

And dreams.

Amongst all that I own
Because I have said so.

Whilst you.

You tell me
They are not real.
Do not exist.
Cannot be.

The voice who should be silent.

Yet screams.

If she fails to thrive
What happens to me?

I am stalling

But it is me alone
Because she is not real
And I cannot be.

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