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No Signs
Contributed by
HeartShapedBox
on
Saturday, 8th February 2003 @ 03:40:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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This world has damaged me
Shoving me down into the depths
of the dark damp crust of the earth
whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Collecting the remnants of my soul
Like scattered shards of glass,
cold foreign hands
placing them into a cold metal vial,
setting it out to sail,
in the black murky waters
of the Mediterranean.
Needles piercing
my tightly knit skin
No breakthrough of illumination
through the bleakness
No sign of hope or freedom
Trapped within myself,
No escape in sight.
A neverending deserted winding road
With no markers, no signs,
no ending to be discovered.
The beginning was the end.
Copyright ©
HeartShapedBox
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2003-02-08 03:40:00]
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Re: No Signs
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by karoody on
Saturday, 8th February 2003 @ 04:08:07 AM AEST
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good....unfortunately, life can make us close in ourselves. we are our own hardest critic and our own worst enemy. I like the way you express this
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