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[title] => A lesson learned...
[time] => 2007-07-23 02:30:52
[hometext] => I just wrote this, it started as a
[bodytext] => I lay upon the ground, pouring tears into soil, weak, alone and destroyed by the turmoil, the pain that has become my everyday my soul slowly drowns in sorrow as I lay Though I want to stand, be proud and survive my body won't move and my heart is deprived of the love it needed in order to thrive my breath still comes, therefore I am alive but if I'm not dead, this must be what it's like to die I'm paralyzed and want to scream for aide My mouth says "help", though no word was made my voice is weak and no one is around no one to hear me calling, as I die upon the ground no one to save me from unavoidable fate only God to take me by the hand and guide me to the gate as He reaches down and lifts me to my feet I'm ready to go with Him, take me from this heat but instead he lifts my chin and I look into the sky there is no face, only his hand and the urge to cry without words new feelings start to flood I'm suddenly no longer alone, I think this is "being loved" people I didn't see before are there, crying with my in the rain sent by God to help, but I was blinded by pain I take their hand and they hold my tourtured soul near this was a lesson learned, and God wanted me here to see the whole time I thought I walked continuously alone God sent me love on my walk, I just needed to be shown [comments] => 2 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Poess [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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