Poetry and the like, by Amy Opal Marshall


Monday, 12 August 2013

5.29.13

In this airless chaos storm
Blindly cling to life.
Recklessly holding my
Unspoken transaction,
Trusting that hope will re-appear.
And so,
          So slowly,
                        So slowly it begins like
A few raindrops in the dust.

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