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Anxiety holds his claws around my neck
Feeling my pulse to perfectly manipulate
One move is all it takes
Happiness once stroke my back
Growing older opens an ominous gate
Life is a struggle at all stakes
Every one of us is fragile like glass
Even the ones with 24/7 sass
Lower, middle or upper class
Glass stays glass
Some shatter, others burst
In the end we all break
Even to dream
may shatter
my world.
What name
did I speak to
the night?
Love, you brought me everything;
I gave little —
But the beauty that I sing
May be brittle; —
May be brittle, and so might —
Now I've spoken! —
Have fallen on another's sight
And been broken!
The white violet
is scented on its stalk,
the sea-violet
fragile as agate,
lies fronting all the wind
among the torn shells
on the sand-bank.
The greater blue violets
flutter on the hill,
but who would change for these
who would change for these
one root of the white sort?
Violet
your grasp is frail
on the edge of the sand-hill,
but you catch the light--
Chilled into a serenity
As rigid as your pose
You linger trustingly,
But a gutter waits for you.
Your elegance does not secure
You favors with the sun.
He is not one to pity fragileness.
He thinks all cheeks should burn
And feel how tears can run.