The empty bottle on the table
has tales to fill the night
Plans and dreams expressed
left empty in the light
The words of a dreamer
glide fluently from the tongue
But are so unlikely to congeal
another sad song has been sung
Words that flow with wisdom
really mean nothing at all
As I stumble through my life
headed for the grandest fall
Whispering of all my pain
in the mornings of agony
I cry out with all my shame
not realizing my destiny
The mind now curved in horror
for I can not remember
All the people that I have hurt
since the party of December
My book is full of excuses
but none of them make sense
As I roll in liquid wonder
life slowly becomes more tense
A contest entry
- Quickie by warrior-eagle.
300 points, ended May 19, 2008, 9 entries
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Fire flies in the garden
Comments
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Wow.
Thanks for entering.
And I hope that you are able to break away from this obsession, don't let it consume you.
..Simply Me♥
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