Thursday, April 4, 2013

The Silence of my Discontent

By stealth it creeps upon me
Grey vapours of curling tentacles
Silently constrict
The blossom of satisfaction

It’s silent toxin spreads
Wilting flower of happiness
Fading beauty, crinkled, cracked
Falls in smouldering ash

Medusa gazed now frozen
In silent discontent
I pray the gods
One wish to grant

That rising from grey vapours
Smouldering ash and
Silent discontent
Phoenix of joy will soar.

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