Thursday, August 1, 2013

Chalice cup...

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The voice always stood silently beside
I liked to pretend it would hide
Letting fate twist against mind made matter
I kept looking outward toward all the clatter

Earring backs prick
Jealousy of vomit sick
Fuck it and quit
Remember to sit

Waver in the day as memories play
Wonder what I don't know
Have plenty I don't show

Reread old poetry
Found past stories within me
Feelings of walking stairs in moist tears
Now back and still filled with fears

Old habits begin to clear
Making the decision to steer
Can't give myself up
Stand and hold the chalice cup

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