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By cjking Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2005 Apr 11 Comment on this Work [[2005.04.11.03.07.14317]] |
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I run and run and run and run Seeing no colors around me No shred of hope to hold me There are no words, no words. I am surrounded by their smiles Their laughter seems so real, so pure I wonder if their faces belie, like mine A cracking, reeling, screaming soul. Tiny specks of truth appear Shards of fragments of profundity Peace to grasp at, briefly And arms encircling me with strength. Holding onto every black night of sorrow I have bled for I turn my face away from every blunder And realize the arms are my own. |