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By Bluebell Date: 2001 Jun 19 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.19.05.54.4882]] |
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Here I am - tattered and torn Lying beside this black tar road. Lying on my back - it helps me to breathe, My mouth is open... and dry, but My eyes are tearful and wet. If only a tear would run down, Into my mouth, just to feel the moist. My heart pounding up against my chest It's beating hard, trying to escape from my ribgage! My voice is swallowed - I need to scream But not a sound escapes from inside... Maybe the pain and heartache within me Are feeding on those unspoken words? How will I survive this feeling of being helpless? Will the Arch Angel Michael come to save me, Before I give up, or suffocate on this fear? How can love run me over and leave me here Next to this black tar road, to die? (for Michael) |