I'm still here
alive & breathing
I still sigh
after waking
praying is still rendered
USELESS
just as I am
my life is hindered
by my still troubled soul
pain overwhelms me
& tears still flow
my emotions confuse me
I'm purpetually lost
still no hope of being found
APPLAUD DAMN IT
...
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Still
knowthyself
Wednesday, April 01, 2009 at 08:55 PMre: Still
wheresmytoby
Wednesday, April 01, 2009 at 11:27 PM
thanksyours was exactly what i needed to hear at this moment.
re: re: Still
knowthyself
Thursday, April 02, 2009 at 12:40 AMOh, but how could one not respond to another wordsmith.
What I wrote was only the impression of your poem. That you remained at the end was that indication of hope. You were not lost. You knew exactly where you were. If you exist, there is always hope of being found.
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A very nice
and tradgic
poem.
Ah, but alas,
in the end there is
a bow of hope
as the din of thin applause
settles softly
to silence
yet you remain.