extradition

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, October 4, 2011 0 comments

i drift into shades of
extradition,
mud at my feet while
the muted silver skies seep
their looming confusion into the earth
 
thunder beckons but
i'll linger here awhile;
cold and unwanted by
the very breath which bore me
life... without love
 
where am i? how will i get
to where i think
i am going?
 
unclear of
what answer i could possibly offer
to solace
i mourn
my aching heart
unto oblivion
 
sadness reaches, such...
loneliness consume me
as unbearably as ever, it seems
 
i'm so glad for the rain... so
glad.
 
and as i try to untangle
this brokenness fluently burdens
my eclipsing mind
 
oh, heaven save me.

Posted by Robert Anderson at Tuesday, October 04, 2011
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