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Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by FoundAndLost1, Oct 7, 2006.

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  1. Forced out of restless bed,
    nightmares circling with incessant dread,
    mercilessly tortured before dead
    Asking for death,
    for the mind can only take so much
    Like bird trapped,
    flying through an open window
    into the gates of Hell
    Heart racing,
    not finding a way out
    Wings, weary,
    and all reasoning dizzy
    Confusion, companion,
    is the master of my fate,
    all comfort waylaid,
    out of control.
    I’ve lost my soul…


    FAL1
     
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

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