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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
Yet another poem on drugs and death... oh, rapture. Again, River-ish. A sequel to a poem? UNHEARD OF!!! But, yes, this is a sequel to Loss of Me, which I posted earlier. EnjoY!!!!
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I sit here, alone again,
Waiting for the pain to die,
But I know that wont happen,
Until I stop living this lie.
I once had life, but now have none,
As I sit here, alone again,
This pain, my only friend.
I am the forsaken,
The lost untold,
Seeking e'er my cure,
Never knowing what was fortold.
I sit here, by the fire,
Wondering if I am to die,
Wondering if I am lost,
Or am I living a lie?
I am all alone again,
Here with my pain, my only friend,
And all alone with my loss again,
Waiting for myself to end.
I sit here, alone, forsaken,
Wondering what else of my life was taken,
And what else of my life was lost,
Before I died, my faith shaken.
I am a ghost, lost not found,
I am lost in this, my darkness made,
I have lost all but life and shame,
Wondering, where next is my path laid?
No more shall I wait in the shadows,
No longer will death haunt my steps,
No longer shall I be lost,
For my cure is to no longer draw breath.
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Monday, June 5, 2006 12:53 PM
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