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Created on: December 24, 2009
Struggling
The days pass with wasted time;
Life measured away by clocks.
I stand alone in my dark hours,
As night calls me to sleep,
Breaking my dreams into nothingness.
The sun shatters the abyss at the dawn.
My wounds now half healed for the day,
To await the strike of the blade;
The struggle weakens my resolve,
Yet the sunshine wakens my spirit.
The nights are long, so very long;
I wait for the morning to come,
I push back against sleep at dawn
I could only halt my wake,
if sunshine did not peak.
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Poetry: Failing
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always taking every second
possible to pour
over the questions.
If she lost even one point,
if there
I dropped the ball
We could have won it
The team's first trophy
In fifty-eight years
It's a funny feeling
How much I was pitied
The
FAILURE
Open your eyes and seize the day
Take a breath and ready your shoes
You might become a house hold name, as they say
But
Struggling
The days pass with wasted time;
Life measured away by clocks.
I stand alone in my dark hours,
As night calls me
by Dea
THE INTERPRETER
Allowing the Spirit to
sweep through its Channel from
the bitter past is the only qualification to
gain
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