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Descent

I think I am descending again,
on a train of thought
I assumed I’m over with
long ago when I learnt how to smile
and believed the Sun
when it’s behind those clouds.

But here I am again,
counting every pearls
and trickles of blood
mesmerize at the brightness of its promise
yet destroying me all at once
and all over again.

I am descending again
and this is my fiction, a truth in a lie
a hope in wickedness
and soon
everything will be swirling and spinning
and I’ll be one with vertigo.

Who will catch me by then
when I fall?
When I fall, if i fall,
I hope the ground
will be as soft as a burlap
woven in silk and honey threads.

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Here’s my take for #FWF Free Write Friday: Word Bank using the following words: train – burlap – fiction – pearls – vertigo.

7 Comments

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    john tugano

    February 2, 2014

    hmnn..so deep.. I’ll be your ground, soft as cushion that will not make you feel hurt. Go and descend my friend.

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      Pink Woods

      February 2, 2014

      That’s comforting to know. Thank you. 🙂

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    charlesmashburn

    February 3, 2014

    Very nicely woven tale in this beautiful poem. Nice use of the word prompt!

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      Pink Woods

      February 3, 2014

      Thanks! Well, I’m glad I’d managed to utilize all the words.

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    buildingalifeofhope

    February 3, 2014

    Your words are always filled with a true raw honesty. And believe that the sweet burlap sack is there to catch you!

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      Pink Woods

      February 3, 2014

      Thank you! 🙂 There’s nothing left of me but to speak from the heart.

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    unknown

    February 3, 2014

    Im sure someone will catch you when you fall, 🙂

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