Traveling may be healthy...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Somthing I wrote :)

Submitted: May 05, 2010

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Submitted: May 05, 2010

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The pain is bearable,
I know it quite well.
They give me their hand,
Their guidance as well.
I hate their pain, it cuts me deep
I cry to them,
While they cry to me.
I try to withstand myself,
with the pain ever so deep.
I do what im told.
Even as that is not enough.
Leaving; My only other choice.
My only option.
I gather my stuff,
I call them right up,
and I'll go on my way.
I'll work for my money,
and try to ease my pain.
My bosses voice, as sweet as honey,
As she sends me packing.
I have enough for Texas,
Thats enough for me.
I arrive at the station.
My eyes sweeping the faces,
No one here waiting on me.
The pain of lonelyness takes me steep.
Winding the roads looking for sleep,
I lay on the ground.
In the cold midnight hours,
Being without shelter,
I get up and wonder,
They pop into my thoughts,
and i fall to my knees.
Im waiting for nothing
as i fall to a deep sleep.
I hear footsteps behind me,
my heart racing uneven.
They kneel down beside me,
they take me to my feet.
We walk to their home,
And leave as im already dead beat.
My prayers are answered,
I'm in a state of my dreams.
I am happy.
And thats all that i need.


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