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Post by MirandaSophie on Aug 13, 2005 21:45:43 GMT 1
The days, they fade, And storms arise, They come every day- It's no surprise.
The flowers shall wilt, If they ever get there, Nothing can be done, Just sit...Just stare.
The wind will blow, And there's no-where to hide, It groans louder and louder, But I'm trapped outside.
Rain starts to fall, I'm soaked through and through, Where shall I go? What shall I do?
Everyone is hidden, They always retreat, But gremlins come forward, And my mind they defeat.
What is the point? The thunder keeps smashing, There's not much to do, I give myself a good thrashing.
"It's what you deserve, You rediculous Thing, Go on-keep on going, Cut through life's string!"
I'll try to keep going, I'm almost there, There's no outside pain, It's inside I can't bare.
"Don't you stop now, Go On end it all! No-one wants you here- No one at all!"
So the tears they pour down, Like the rain from the sky, Come on, almost there- Not long 'til I die.
Don't want to be found, Just an extra expense, Just leave me be, In lakes of tears oh so dense.
No-one will notice, No one will care! Don't look back to unhappiness, No-one will dare.
So I'll be forgotten, Like dreams in the night, And I'm at peace now, I won the fight.
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bj
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Post by bj on Aug 13, 2005 23:17:58 GMT 1
Miranda - are you posting this as a lovely (but sad) poem to share with us or to tell us how you're feeling?
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Post by danielle on Aug 14, 2005 9:45:25 GMT 1
Miranda sometimes you really worry me honey, please email me when you get a chance, was lovely to hear from you yesterday. You can offload to me anytime okay, I am only an email away.
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Post by rosemaryhannah on Aug 14, 2005 10:26:48 GMT 1
Well my love, they will notice and they will care. It is a lovely poem - but it is only true up to a point. Because the clouds will roll back, and your friends do care, and the sun will shine again.
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