Saturday, October 21, 2006
unwanted freedom.


my heart's not longing
for the biting bitter blast
stands awaiting at my door
moulding its foundation for rust.

i fear the cold that blows
i fear the lonilness
stands awating behind those doors
i fear i tear it shudders.

taking entrance
not grand nor flamboyant
stands awaiting at the door
a pathetic mat un-modern.

only walls that welcome
with assistance of tables and chairs
stands awaiting
for my arrival to my own lair

Divulged at 11:02 AM