line after line

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
my heart spoke this

Submitted: February 11, 2007

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Submitted: February 11, 2007



I sit here looking at this world

the days come  so bright

and the nights so clear

alone she sits in the clear night

woundering what life will bring


Is there and end to this sadness?

the madness around seems to be getting stronger

 life seems to be nuthing but a waste

there are no words of comfort there are no souls that seem to care

the one comfort that comes to clam her seems so wrong

but line after line she goes deeper not feeling

not thinking.


this comfort is like the sunrise

 it comes up and stays like a mother lion to her cub

it seems to stand its ground she fights but she is to weak

theres only one way to survive it must win so as she does line after line

the weaker she gets the father she falls  begging for it to take her

 life she once owned was never hers to live for now the sadness and madness

has ended. 


tracy knowles 

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