The Last Stop

Walking crooked lines

broken heart

busted smile

I came to you

the last hope

within my

last tear

Mask torn

bandages of

dirt stained

fear malingering

Holding open

my palms

of self regret

Waiting for

the nails

Of harboured

incrimination's

Yet you see

through my

blindness

to the yesterdays

As your hands

turn into feathered

wings

To touch

to give

hope of a

tomorrow

Author notes

Prompt;Amazing Grace

By me, right now

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MaMa-2-be-Cindy
July 28, 2008

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I really like your poetic thoughts here form the amazing graace prompt etc

Thank you and good luck
Cindy
PurringKitten
July 21, 2008

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to be upon ones last mile, all hope gone, pain settles in, yet within a momment a hand reaches out and love turns the table and a wee smile comes about...i do adore your words and thank you kindly for sharing them with me
devils angel
July 11, 2008
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awesum.. i likethe way it is layd out lol