My emotions have become tangled;
My heart choked with weeds
And creepers of ivy squeeze,
Making it hard to breathe,
As they twist and turn growing
In and out of my lungs.
At times I forget how to feel
As I reel, buffeted by the dance of the wind.
This is what has become of me
Blinded by a vision of seeing a life
Without you.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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