the babbling of the anxious- (more writings from 12 yr old fb notes)

the babbling of the anxious

beauty wears her hair in long, brazen locks
and lays her body on the ground
she trembles at the cold and cries
as the warm sunshine engulfs her
beauty sleeps her fitful slumbers
dreams her crooked dreams
in which her locks are cut away
while the earth swallows her body
and the sun stops shining down
the winter freezes her forever
and she is called beauty no more
a world where samson becomes delilah
impotent powerlessness reigns
when nightmares are the realities
and realities are just a long-forgotten dream

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