November 4, 2014

When my sadness settles in,
it rains down doubt
in the budding hours,
in the thought of night,
and there’s no way,
at least not now,
it might dissipate.

But I’m hoping,
sometime soon,
that these hours might start to bloom
with reaching roots infecting
the furthest and darkest of my dreams.

While I’m waiting for the truth to sprout,
my mind will settle in
hoping to suffer no more.
Even bad things comes to end,
I’ll move on somehow.

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