thoughts

Lilac petals drift to the floor

And my world turns to dark.

I’m locked in this moment

Left with no control.

A swirl of thoughts hit me

And I don’t have time to brace myself

Before I’m falling.

Each thought pricks at me

Leaving a small cut

Each trickling their silent path;

I gasp for air as I hit the bed

And the world is light again

Anna English © 9/21/2010

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