Like shadow they gather..., grackles on the wing searching, searching..., the wings flutter down. Gathering in flocks, your negative thoughts. Squawking, noisily hostile thoughts that have no real merit, no basis in fact. Your fear stand out like two cold nipples on a warm day, longingly wishing to be touch.
14 Jan 2011
1 comment:
Good poem! Sums up my current state of mind very well :-)
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