this place of vines and thorns
drawing blood with every move
blinded by the pain i sought alone
living in the shadows of each day
wondering why the warmth i felt was cold
cool as the earth beneath me
the wind driving the thoughts from my head
to wonder; will i live again...
Friday, August 27, 2010
i used to be here
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I used to know a place very similar to that which you've described.
Dark and lonely.
Desolate.
But, it served its purpose in life.
Your poetry never ceases to make one feel as you invite the reader on a journey into your mind.
Still looking for the published works, btw.
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