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My soul is tired
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My soul is tired |
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jennirey Member
since 2002-01-24
Posts 198North Richland HillsTx 
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My soul is tired, yet my eyes fail to weep anymore. I search everywhere for signs of your existence. I see every ones face in new distrusted light. I look at them all different now. Peering out of their souls I hope to catch a glimpse of the evil that took you. I need answers I need understanding Yet the world of justice is failing The media is silent once again. Your old soul is not crying out anymore. Your essence has been wiped out. Washed away Never to breathe Never to dance Never to Sing Never to make your voice heard Never again to capture the world, through your lens. Never to make me smile again. Hatred towards all mankind has taken grasp. Spiraling I lurch towards the black edges of night. There is no ladder to help me out of this hole. Your hand up is not there anymore. As it was before, As it still should be. Appallingly I consider how your life was less important than your things. [This message has been edited by jennirey (11-08-2005 11:07 AM).] |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
This cuts deeply Jennirey, and one can't help but feel it. Very powerful and expressive write. Hugs. live for today, |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
this...tears the heart apart, jennirey I feel the pain as it pours from your heart and soul onto this page wishing you some moments of peace |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
jennirey you wrote the way I feel much of the time. I guess there are lots of people these days who share your heartache in one way or another. I hope mankind can learn to hold that ladder for each other. Although the world is full of suffering , it is also full of the over coming of it. Helen Keller |
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jennirey Member
since 2002-01-24
Posts 198North Richland HillsTx |
This was written for one of my best friends ever. He was murdered last week, By someone he brought home or knew. Its so senseless His possessions were more important than his life. He was 28 and studying for his Masters in journalism. His name was Sam. Thank you for your kinds words, I guess when I feel I need this outlet.. Passions has always been thre for me to share my writing. He expresssed his poetry through pictures and non fictional words. http://www.theshorthorn.com/archive/2005/fall/samlea/index.html |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
oh my, but seeing his personal photo, reading his words and seeing his photojournalism approach.... sigh, such a terrible waste of a wonderful person, someone who was obviously a tender caring human spirit  ~hugs to you, sharing the loss, your grief~ RIP, Sam |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
“Hatred towards all mankind has taken grasp. Spiraling I lurch towards the black edges of night. There is no ladder to help me out of this hole. Your hand up is not there anymore. As it was before, As it still should be. Appallingly I consider how your life was less important than your things.” jennirey: He had a friend in you, someone who would trust him to take his hand up for help out of a darkened night. I’m sure he appreciated you as much. Beautiful write. God Bless JL  |
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