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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

words mispoken

Her words misspoken and anger misdirected, made a beggar out of me by destroying my self-respect. She left me a rogue roaming the emotional planes, desolate and looking for a mere fragment of my broken self. The cold empty winds of deceit blowing through my soul left me withered and worn. The bitter tears that stain my face can’t be washed away by the pouring rains. The echoing peal from the bell of cruelty can’t be unrung. I am lost…But wait…I see a light. The four winds swirl around me and lift me from this sadness. They carry me to a place of serenity. I relax and release the pain. I embrace the western wind and let it carry me home. I am free…

© May 28, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

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