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upon this dark and shattered earth I sit amongst my dread.
there is no hope for such as me as dark thoughts fill my head.
things twist and turn inside my mind I look away instead.
I see as though from far away, I sit amongst the dead.

and something calls to me from far, it looks at me with fear.
I wish this whole damn world away, though it draws ever near.
in some small way I shy from all for all may bring a tear.
and in my still and quiet soul some things are all too clear.

this way I walk is but a path that many may be on.
though some may walk forever just to find the end
is gone.
and when another path lays near I stubbornly trudge on.
because the road to nowhere is where many folk have gone.

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The following comments are for "precontemplative self."
by wally 5

Outdone yourself
You indeed march to your own drummer. Write on!!

( Posted by: witchy woman [Member] On: August 4, 2004 )

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