My heart beats as the gallops of a stallion;
I gasp for breath in much exhaustion . . .
and am confined in deafening solitude;
a painful phase of fate’s vicissitude.
I writhe in pain wrought by loneliness;
A jaded soul I am, clothed in sadness . . .
with strength suctioned by abandonment . . .
left in oblivion in eternal
moment.
But . . . pain ensues from a decision . . .
from a venture . . . a risk . . . a taken option;
With a deliberate move, pain may come be;
Thus, I am hurting . . . because I am free.
Philip Briana
March 11, 2010
6:00 pm
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