Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Whirlpool of Oblivion

I can taste the salty sweetness
        of tears upon my lips.
Lightly sweetened by love and hope.
        but brutally salted by the harshness of reality.
Though the water is hot, I stand frozen,
        as I watch the whirlpool
        that carries my dreams into oblivion.

(December 13, 2011)

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