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Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Engulfed existence

 
I shall not succumb
To the sinister dark souls,
I shall emulate the others,
The perky and vivaciously do.
 
Lacerating my core, and
Prodding my upbeat essence,
Is Life, but shall not win,
My psyche will ensure.
 
Ripe, I feel, each day
For the merciless picking,
In dignity, I plod on,
Through the swamp of being.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Perceptible Gratitude

 
Her eyes open wide,
At the thought of school,
She dresses quick
Waking up at crack of dawn.
 
Her brain is wired tight,
A watertight compartment,
Of thoughts and actions,
Are a sever disconnect.
 
Her parents wait in calm
Anticipation of that joy,
In wishful thinking,
They seem to survive each day.