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Poem Details
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| Title: | you me, a word |
| Author: | ThinkInTheThrid |
| Date Submitted: | 4/14/2010 |
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Foundations The foundation is laid with a way to be paved. The sun is born again. anguish and stress are hardly a test, as you spend your last moments together. But Something''s not right, like the dimming of light, my thoughts are becoming estranged. Sprung like a gun there''s nowhere to run, The coward has gone into hiding. I''m left in a wreck at the stern of the deck with the sea that keeps stirring and churning. What was once paved now stands lain to waste. the road is a trap, one without map, that bastard, that twat, there''s no going back. I must start all over again.... |