Friday, May 16, 2008

Hole



From resistance to threat,
I flee from the dwelling space of this world
Roaming 'round and 'round but to no avail
Running thru paths that make me pale.


I blankly stared the sky
And he replied me a cry
His tears overflowing my soul
Downcast piercing me as a whole.


I'm dispirited by the moment
Depleted because of torment
But never empathize nor pity
I find it therapeutic, not tragic.

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