Dark, quiet, alone
The night wind blows
Knocking on my window
Touching my outer skin
Piercing the recesses of my heart

Portrait of myself that night
With a mind that doesn'tknow where it has gone
Then stop off in the middle of nowhere
I'm churning out my thoughts
My whole pulse tightened
My blood rippled
My mind dies momentarily by time
Then come back to kill me

I have no choice
Of the many options I have to choose
The burden filled my shoulders
My mind wandered again
As far as the horizon was giddy
As quiet as the universe of passion
I'm mute without words

© goz
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