graceland's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Slipping in Place What to write? The pressure of an update. *~~ Moisture hangs in the air, a thick lotion oiling my skin transparent, slick, wet, there. The skies darken, clouds moving in like a watercolor's quick stroke I wait for rain to fall Instead, its' infant drops cover me like a cloak In the form of the plague that indecision can wear It's almost more than I can bear Confused, dazed, malaised, eyes raised I ask for rain or none at all Just make a decision for me before nightfall. *~* It's been a while since I spewed forth some of my tragically, untalented poetry. Enjoy.
8:26 p.m. - 2004-04-12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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