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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
It's a terrible sound, That rasping, gasping breath, He falls to the ground, Looks a moment from death. Yet he crawls onward Not noticing death is near, Onward is so very hard Now knowing death isn't fear. He has struggled all day He has struggled into the night He has fallen on the way Yet again he pulls him self upright. He must reach his destination, But not for his own salvation. Gloom |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
the struggle towards the end is always there...even death doesn't come easy. (and of course I am probably misinterpreting you...but have thought about the struggle a lot lately.)  M |
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Air Goddess Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 108Canada |
Very good Professor..."He must reach his destination, But not for his own salvation" Even as we struggle onwards in death, it seems as if we do it not for ourselves... but for others...even the poems we write is really not for us but for others.... |
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