Loneliness is a fickle concept,
pushing you around,
dissolving the hope.
She said she'd find a way;
a light to shine for her.
It's hard to form sentences
for the faded emotions of the crowd-
'Is there anyone out there'
Where's the path, she said,
when it starts where it ends?
A contest entry
- Call To The Universe by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended January 10, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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Oh, interesting self-discovery... I do nto knwo how many times I circled round and ended back where I started...then I finally got the message.... new path... well done.
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