04-18-2013, 05:15 PM
Woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep...
The grass velvet-soft,
feather against my skin,
a caress to my wounds,
but I choose the pain.
A promise burns, provides
flames in my lungs,
the flames get me going,
blazing in the rain.
Umpteen miles ahead,
gasping for my breath,
not the closure yet,
I will rise again.
a feeble attempt...
The grass velvet-soft,
feather against my skin,
a caress to my wounds,
but I choose the pain.
A promise burns, provides
flames in my lungs,
the flames get me going,
blazing in the rain.
Umpteen miles ahead,
gasping for my breath,
not the closure yet,
I will rise again.
a feeble attempt...
~Neena