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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
Trials They strech out before me like a pit another hurdle before which I sit The sun looks down and mocks my state Watch the loser whose life is fate Every step is a race toward an end An unfortunate outcome I don't wish to attend Getting through is pain Reaching out my back strains Everyday a new trial I see Another unscable wall rises before me Trials Trials Are they just an end in themselves Or a step in the road till i'm put on the shelf Trials Trials They lie still before me Will I ever, O will I ever be free To take a lot of pain, |
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Twilight Warrior Member
since 2007-02-22
Posts 106The World That Never Was |
Good poem, I think trials are a part of every man's life. Don't sit there too long. "One last drink and the bottle breaks, returning us to the dust from whence we came" |
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hunnie_girl
since 2006-06-18
Posts 2567Canada |
Are they just an end in themselves Or a step in the road till i'm put on the shelf~ I love this not one of my favorite but it's climbing the charts  hunnie  ~fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me~ |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
sigh I think you just tweaked my dial. I'm so tired tho, we can skip my trial and go directly to the hanging.  Nod. This'n was dark alright. I guess I'd better go do some stretches. A new day dawns. yay |
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