September 19th, 2004

Col and Las

poem...

sitting here staring in a daze,
wondering whether i'll escape this maze,
of pain and bitter fortuned sorrow,
i pray that it will be tomorrow,
when finally i can break free,
and be that person im destined to be,
and so within my dark despair,
i raise my head to gasp for air,
and realise that should i last,
i'll be a stronger person for all thats passed.


just wrote that there now. i dont know if its good bad or indifferent. ive not written in years. but hey. there it is. like it or not! :)
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