Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by FoundAndLost1, Jan 17, 2007.

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  1. Helpless wounded crippled souls,
    choking on the endless pain
    No more can we swallow,
    Nothing to regain
    Never getting far away
    enough from sorrow,
    from the very same exact tomorrow,
    from the terror of living,
    all that taking
    from all of the giving
    we’ve done
    Through the struggles that steal all,
    strength bestowed and rewards, none,
    and we only keep on falling;
    Raising our hands
    in humble submission,
    and abject pleas
    Reaching up,
    only to touch bottom
    as hope leaves...

    Last edited: Jan 17, 2007
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    "Reaching up,
    only to touch bottom..."

    I couldn't have said it better myself! God, the wellspring of creativity unleashed by your frustration is incredible. I can't describe it. But you describe it perfectly.

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