08-18-2003, 08:06 AM
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Just another poem
Nothing special...just sharing thoughts.
I sit,
and I crouch,
as I look to the west.
Wondering,
and thinking,
of what to do next.
I sit by myself,
as I ponder,
this again.
Where am I at?
Where did this begin?
Look to the stars,
for their guidance,
and their aid.
Asking my mind,
if I can be saved.
The car is smoking,
and I don't know why.
I sense,
and I think,
that today I might die.
She's laying,
in her dress,
that is covered in blood.
I wonder,
if their,
is really a God above.
Then,
if she dies,
then I should go too.
I can't,
stay here,
I won't ever have a clue.
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