(spelling errors original to script)
Thoughts, thinking words phrases
make them stop
they overwhelm me
bringing me to my knees
SCREAMING
Torture, shock, blackness death
when can I be allowed to breathe
They show me the stone
my precious life
words carved upon it
SCREAMING
emotions, feelings, sancturary, life
I've become blind to this life
burning my flesh with sarcasim
eliminating all my dreams
still they persist
SCREAMING
Nature, envie, jealousy,rage
still crying
anxisly await peace
stillness
SCREAMING
Saturday, February 16, 2008
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2 comments:
"I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go. My own wisdom, and that of all about me seemed insufficient for the day."
_ Abe Lincoln
You were sharp as a kid, too...
I really enjoy reading these pieces. Thank you for sharing, Phelan.
:)
I have never heard that qoutw before. He said it much better than I. Glad you are getting a kick out of these old poems.
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