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A Wicker Chair And A Lantern Light
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A Wicker Chair And A Lantern Light |
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featherpen Junior Member
since 2006-05-02
Posts 12 |
A wicker chair and a lantern light, Stacked dry hay on my roof, Swaying back and forth, the fire, From the lamp speaks volumes… In a bit my quiet night will see, In a bit my thoughts shall face, In a bit I won’t be sitting here like this, In a bit, a bit of time will seem so long… The darkened soot from a stove low, The cinders settle upon me from dying sparks, My eyes red shall start their condolences, For my torn garments this winter's night… And from above I shall see the falling hands, That shall shatter my poise and relegate me, Who shall face if I should retract this way? So I muster my will from my prayers to Him… Make me break those rules mighty one, Prove your stories true and I will live, To tell a million people, for a million years, Unmask the lack of belief in my eyes. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Yeah, I've written like this before. It was called 'Death Cut and Quiet." Sometimes you can freak yourself out... God bless, -Craig balloons are made of rubber... |
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