predator
the world seemed warm and inviting in the morning sun
but by time of eve it slipped away again.
slipping from my fingers that clinch the keep it near,
slipping down my spine
into the cold hard earth leaving a freezing
dark gap in my heart once again.
I grow weary of this feeling,
of hope crushed before it ever blooms,
of the cold and the emptiness that seems
to stalk the happiness like a predator,
killing it before it ever reaches my door.
will I ever find the fire to cast this predator from my garden
and thaw out my frozen heart?
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| Auteur: Chaed of the Nakur | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: cartooneke | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 oktober 2003 | ||
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