Monday, June 12, 2017

A short fight

Posted by Adele Hattingh at 5:27 AM
Raging fires burn through the hills of my mind
Working relentlessly to save the last of the wildflowers
The flames tearing through every thought and dream
Thick clouds of smoke choking hope at its seems

Thunderous storms rampant in my soul
Gale force winds tearing at my reasoning
Every word I utter swept away by the current
Washed onto the desolate beach of misunderstanding


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