Pressure is building
behind my eyes.
I can feel it
seeking release.
Snaking it's tendrils
through my mind,
raking its fingers
across my soul.
Seeking
its release.
How, or when, or where?
Yet to be seen.
Forgive me.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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