Wilted
I just want to know
how to make happiness grow
when its wilted inside me
like limp lettuce, turning brown
I just want to set it free
or cut it loose
not to be subjected to another ruse
empty house all alone
looking out the windows
watching snow flakes falling
feeling this draft
or maybe just daft
can't make heads or tails
with this indecision moving
at the pace of snails
as hardened hail assaults the windows
like a drunken cadence
on a broken snare
I want to stare
but I'm just too indifferent
to honestly care
mathiasthom
written 11/26/09
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