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Heavy Fury
Contributed by
weepingprophet
on
Friday, 17th July 2009 @ 09:11:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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The wind raged against my being
Thrashing pieces of a weary soul into
The unknown
Sad and silent
Waiting for God to whisper from the heavens
Waiting, weighted
All the seasons that have come
Only to wither or grow old, used
What do I have?
A plea filling the canvas of stars above
Billowing out of a frail woman
Like gray smoke that causes one to choke and gag
Her anger flutters, then sprouts into something gross
Righteous anger, fury and contempt
Floating out of her lips like bricks
Heavy, she shrieks to the spirit
Whines, taunts, wails
To no avail…
She is left, sad and silent
Screeches of remembrance stirring within
Frightened at the prospect of freedom
She is now a woman of heavy fury; weighted and waiting
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weepingprophet
... [
2009-07-17 21:11:42] (Date/Time posted on
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