Harlingen

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

This blackened whirlwind,
a darkened town,
It sucks me deep:
Within it I'll drown.

I gasp for air,
Sometimes succeed,
However the current...
It's so hard to breath.

Further and further,
It pulls me in,
Until there is nothing,
Left in me to fend.

I beg and I plead,
Try to fight my way out.
This town has no mercy.
Within it I shout.

The valley is low,
That river lay deep,
I want to move out,
but it poses a great steep.

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