09-20-2003, 04:34 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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I wrote this at work inbetween customers so please don't judge too harshly!
( Didn't even consider a title)
I am walking down the street It is a street my feet have not yet met Until today when, for the first time I do not know what lies ahead. I don't move across the ground The ground hurtles itself below me. Panic strikes as i stumble onward, Unable to anticipate the potholes and cracks. Stubbing my toe against the ragged gravel I remember a time, it seems, When turns in the path straightend for my ease And the ground cushioned my now sliced foot. That street led all the way to the horizon But i can't walk it now. Tread after tread i travel this darkend street, Searching for a familiar path, Hurting, lost, and alone. Okay, i'm no artist, and i'm sure this is a very elementary piece, but i thought i'd post it anyways. |
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