That small carnivourous creature
the rat of insecurity
is devouring my inner calm.
His voracity dispelling
as he gnaws deeper and stronger
than my defenses to repel him.
My external mask subsiding
eroding away by degrees
crumbling at your prescence.
The barrier of my fortress
has been breeched by your touch and kiss
dare I retreat, where can I hide.
The defeats of my memory
infect and plaque my awareness
the rodent is insatiable.
Mayhap I should reconsider
is the option still possible
only the winds of time know.
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Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki (Reader)
Reviewed on February 2, 2013
Yes, memories ride high within the winds of time..Only time knows..
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