The Enemy of the Good (eideteker) wrote,
The Enemy of the Good
eideteker

And she lays down and starts to cry
And he falls farther down deep inside
And the CD skips twice in the CD player
And the candlelit darkness seems a little grayer

Distant breakers on a raging seashore
Words from a Dylan Thomas poem
Grow larger in his mind as he recedes
And his thoughts withdraw and start to roam

A peaceful escape
with trouble denied
Everything's great
Or will be, with time

I don't feel this pain
Or anything at all
No, I don't feel anything
But very very small
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