| Open Poetry #25 |
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The Fear of the Search |
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Voiceless Senior Member
since 2001-02-19
Posts 686Under the stars upon the wind |
To warm my ever growing void, I reach out in desperate search for inspiration. But what if there is nothing to find? I must calm my overwhelming anticipation. My eyes are hazing over, as I am left to pace this planet a shell. For where do you flee to find shelter, when you are trapped in your own personal hell? With shaking hands I lift my flag of surrender. There are no more tears left to cry. As I lay myself down on the rocks of reality, I know that from the moment I was born I must die. Freedom is not Free (Korean War memorial) |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
True, but hopefully this person lets it happen naturally, not seeking to rush DEATH's hand. Peaceful thoughts and smiles to you. |
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