Jamic Posted June 24, 2004 Share Posted June 24, 2004 Walking, wide spaces, my faces, facets. Lines, borders. Paces. End is nigh, night to day and the cycle continues. Cycling through souls. Lost in spaces. wide, empty and open. separate races, opposing and negative, naked and exposed. No different, all equal. Pacing never facing. Time is lost and life is surreal. What is real, what will I feel. Running for darkness, only salvation is lost. All of us will see it, it is real. United, defending, lost in wide open spaces. Pacing and racing to what is real. The nation will feel it. Now blindness prevailing. Truth entrailing. Hope follows, heaven is waiting. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
single30 Posted June 24, 2004 Share Posted June 24, 2004 Don't give up. Turn to a friend. Find the good things in life. It is precious, it is a gift. Don't lose sight of that. We can't feel happiness if we don't have soemthing to compare it to. Life has its lows. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jamic Posted June 24, 2004 Author Share Posted June 24, 2004 Thankyou, as that does apply to me heavily as I am in the process of giving up. And sorry, because that post was poetry. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lunatic Posted June 24, 2004 Share Posted June 24, 2004 Great poem! Hubman Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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