Blanket of Denial
The wind is near,
I wrap myself ,
In a blanket of denial,
I cannot hear.
Gusts of anger,
Rage and pain,
Pushing existence,
Toward insane.
Cut then mend,
Mend then cut,
What is the meaning?
Give it up.
The wind is near,
Chill in the spine,
Holding onto,
This heart of mine.
Copyright © Lisa Baily | Year Posted 2008
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