In the faded light of midday sun
A day meant just for fun
And the constant pressure
Just below

Blow, by blow, by silent blow
Between the ribcage
And through the skin
Nagging feelings stay within

But slowly seeping into flesh
Keeping it forever fresh
Tries to take a solid hold
Fingers twisting, always cold

Grasping breathe before it’s done
And the continuous dilemma
to stay or run

03/31/2013

Posted on 03/31/2013
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