My Hand Slipped...

My Hand Slipped...

A Poem by Madison Grace

I’m spilling out in the wrong directions 
trying to carry the flow of my bleeding person  
into a wanted affliction�" 

But the sands of my soul are usurped by the winds of fate. 
Still… I cannot move,my motivation glued to this post that I am drowning on.

My life is a weed; 
that spreads out among the fields of this land 
my thorns pricking the lives I touch, 
drawing blood so that i may breath in deep their pith.

I’m lost now, 
The weeds growing into a maze all around. 
And as the labyrinth consumes the light from above 
I take in the soothing elixir of sweet perfume 
as my final match extinguishes and I hope to forget my troubles 
one breath at a time.

© 2013 Madison Grace


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Madison Grace
I haven't written in a while so I'm easing back into it...

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Added on December 10, 2013
Last Updated on December 10, 2013
Tags: weeds, sand, slipping, i'm not sure

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Madison Grace
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