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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
when you feel lost and wihtout hope, the only pace you wan to be is in oblivion

Submitted: February 07, 2007

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Submitted: February 07, 2007



Should I write my dreams into a tale

It would inspire no one

I am lost to all hope

The light of life extinguished

Emptiness is no longer a cloak to be removed

But sewn into my very fabric

The path of dreams crushed, downtrodden

beneath the weight and traffic of necessity

the demands of life sweeping away

all free thoughts and inspiration

futility remaining

the only friend of my mind

The passion and desire of life and love

No longer burns with raging intensity

But is no more than ash

Cold and worthless

Held in my hand,

slipping slowly through open fingers into the wind.

I desire the coolness of that lake of nothingness

To float languidly

lost in it’s embrace

to feel nothing

to exist no more

to become one in oblivion.

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