Failing Sanctuary (11.16.14)

Posted: November 23, 2014 in Poems
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Rythms and rhymes provide me a shelter,
Shielding me from turmoils and danger.

Poetry is my emotions’ language;
It’s my means to free my thoughts from bondage.

But sometimes, poetry fails us.
And right now, it’s failing me.

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