The Mire
transpires
My thoughts
set on fire
I tire
I wilt
In the silt
of the Mire
limbs tire
eyes close
predisposed
Like the Rose
as it froze
Fro' the Snows
Mighty blows
from the Mire
Sweet brier
illed; Frozen
now broken
deformed
from the Storm
frigid Snows
Often blown
Top the Mire
I, helpless
breathe deep
In the Winds
O' chill'd sleep
To one day
retreat
Fro' the Breeze
Of this Mire
Such dreams
Oft' fleeting
Decieving
Believing
That one day
Sun's warmth
may calm Storms
'pon the Mire
To believe
In such Dreams
Often seems
to esteem
the weak Stem
Ay' condemned
In this Mire
To Dream!!!
© 2006 LordBrosnian
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