08-18-2003, 08:06 AM | #1 (permalink) |
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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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