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The Waiting Darkness

I walk the warm hiding of night.
Yet I fear the dark places of death.
Though my faith is strong.
My flesh remains weak,
Very human.
I look down into that open grave,
Everyday upon rising.
Using the wall to drag myself up.
I grow weaker,
The darkness grows nearer,
Even though I seek solace,
In the light.
I still have anger and fears,
May God forgive me,
Because I want to,
Shake my fist at the heaven,
And shout in anger,
WHY ME!

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Written November 12th, 2004

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  • Treasure 5 gold member
    March 27

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    Wow you got a lot of feelings going on. This is nicly written and a nice flow and detail It was a pleasure to read.


  • nobumagawaX
    January 25

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    wow

    the last part was very passionate....once i felt that way...but for stupid resons.hahahahahaha..eh..


  • Forgotten truth
    February 6, 2007

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    I walk the warm hiding of night.
    Yet I fear the dark places of death.
    Though my faith is strong.
    My flesh remains weak,
    Very human. i love this,,it like your not scrade of the night, but what is dark,,, and i so know what its like to have a faith your not strong enoth to live up to,,,I still have anger and fears,
    May God forgive me,
    Because I want to,
    Shake my fist at the heaven,
    And shout in anger,
    WHY ME! and this to really speaks to me,,some times we do want to dare to question God,,, i wondnt but i understand the feeling,,,


  • Puppydog gold member
    March 17, 2005
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    excellent!

    Beautiful indeed! This is one that touched me and brought tears to my eyes.


  • Zahhar gold member
    March 16, 2005
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    "why me" is something I've shouted in the broad deserts of arizona, utah, and new mexico... i've hurled it up to the stars on frosted nights in the high sieras and in the rocky mountains from california to washington, from colorado to wyoming. "why me" is a pittiful call i've spat through clawed fingertips by the crashing sea and the rushing river.

    i've never been given an answer. i've given up asking. but i see it in the desert, the mountains, the waters, the stars, but only in recent years. the answer is apparant. because i am, and because they were. the process is never ending, and the cries never ceasing.


  • Lynxear
    January 15, 2005
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    Great write...keep shaking that fist....It is what I admire about you :-)


  • Frozen Roses
    November 17, 2004
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    Well, wonderful! I love this piece. I agree with 'tastetheapathy', it is very powerful.

    ~Achika~


  • tastetheapathy
    November 12, 2004
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    whoa.. very very powerful.. i like it alot... good job <3 emiley

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