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The End Is Dry
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The End Is Dry |
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lukeyd Junior Member
since 2002-12-19
Posts 11 |
I hope the broken glass below can break my fall. I'm falling like a star, will I ever again rise like the sun? I see the broken glass, pieces of my broken life. Glissening in the sun, reminding me of my errors along the way. The shadow gets smaller as I get nearer to the ground. Like my emotions after this lifetime of pain and struggle. Callaced over, I wonder when I will fell again. I hope that it is before I hit the bottom, for that will only be pain. Perhaps it is better not to feel in a time such as this. Feelings only cause anguish, the bad out-weigh the good. I feel the ground nearing, as a tumble though the air. The sound of emptiness, echos through my straining ears. I feel free, but it is only because I am about to die, I think. I am thirsty, but my thoughts are so dry too. I need it to rain again, so that my life is no longer in drought. But that will not happen, becasue I forgot, it never rains in hell. ----Lukey-D---- |
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The Lonely Stranger Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 361Upstate, NY, USA |
Well I certainly see what you are trying to convey here. Just a thought though ... as you plummet wouldn't the shadow get bigger ?? ... and they sent him home happy ... one hundred percent. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
gosh, how heart-breaking  |
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