words are dust <br />across the mirror <br />swirls of rainbow shadows <br />buried in the ice cream of my soul <br />chill thoughts to fill <br />the corners of my Sunday <br />while eyes blink. <br />almost blind, <br />new lenses not enough <br />to stem the trickle <br />of this latest loss <br />and I breathe gently through <br />the brand new pain I carry <br />north east of my heart <br />flooding it <br />with oxygen <br />to drown those anaerobic <br />suckers bleeding me of life <br />and sight and movement <br />while gifting me with fear <br />I'll turn away from <br />embracing reborn passions <br />with the prince who chases frogs <br />from my encroaching night.<br /><br />Midnight Clarity<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/today-187/
