Down Time



When profound words won't save me
And sound thoughts escape me
Black velvet dreams consume
Every corner of the room
And whisper, my own fears berate me

Every hour of torturous pain
Bears the marking of a name
Bitter sweet this bruise
Knowingly, my muse, my ruse
I sink with you, that I may rise again




Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2010-05-01 at 13:34

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
"I sink with you, that I may rise again" oh yes I can totally relate to that . . . but . . . eh I am sure you know as I do . . thank you for sharing, you captured this state of mind accurately!
2010-05-05


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2010-05-02


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Purp...I've got a lot of faith in you...your muse will
once again appear...have some patience

xxx Stan
2010-05-02