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Fear burning my brain like a branding iron. . Hopes die one by one like dimming fireflies with the morning’s approach. The blaze builds around me and I’m going to burn inside my mind because I refuse to answer ill timed questions, which, like the tide, keep crashing in against the stone cliffs of my mind, foaming up and threatening to drown my silence. I swim to the safety of the shore only to find it has walked out the door and I can’t seem to find where it went. Hands reaching for the sky slowly sink beneath the waves of dread. The room empty like a barren tree in winter, devoid of colour and life. Encouraging words the dry leaves, falling down around ears gone deaf to their rustlings. Thoughts drift in and out of my head like an erratic breeze drying my tears to my face in salty tracks. Floating away like the smoke from a funeral pyre I wait. Crashed, burned and blowing away in the wind. Back Home |