Posted on May 8, 2012


A Sticky Itch

Your crushing indifference

Bears down on me

In the grey gloom.

You think ‘I’m nothing special’,

Just an ordinary tune:

Easily forgotten but sometimes,

Annoyingly  remembered.

I walk with many

In the struggle to breathe

Some life into the dream

Of extraordinary being.

And when I die,

As we all surely must.

I can take pride in that I was true

To my love and not my lust.

©ester spears

Empty Peak

Empty Peak

Canon 5D w/600mm f4 IS

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