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Array ( [sid] => 153508 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Tribulation [time] => 2009-09-22 07:05:44 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The path I took
was less the road travelled
as the one that unravelled;
before I even found my feet
I was bogged in thick mud to my shins
that sucked and pulled the heat
and vigour from my legs.
Losing boots, I managed barefoot
until the burrs and shards of stone
pierced my skin and hobbled me.
A wind arose that built from gentle breeze
to howling gale, pushing rain and sleet
under my coat till I was soaked
through and wretched of heart.
Without food or warm liquor
I was forced to traverse the final
miles on my hands and knees, in and out
of a delirium that almost claimed my sanity.

And then the bloody bus was late.
Again.

(I swear I should work from home)

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Tribulation

Contributed by spike on Tuesday, 22nd September 2009 @ 07:05:44 AM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

The path I took
was less the road travelled
as the one that unravelled;
before I even found my feet
I was bogged in thick mud to my shins
that sucked and pulled the heat
and vigour from my legs.
Losing boots, I managed barefoot
until the burrs and shards of stone
pierced my skin and hobbled me.
A wind arose that built from gentle breeze
to howling gale, pushing rain and sleet
under my coat till I was soaked
through and wretched of heart.
Without food or warm liquor
I was forced to traverse the final
miles on my hands and knees, in and out
of a delirium that almost claimed my sanity.

And then the bloody bus was late.
Again.

(I swear I should work from home)

Copyright © spike ... [ 2009-09-22 07:05:44]
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Re: Tribulation (User Rating: 1 )
by Loende on Tuesday, 22nd September 2009 @ 07:20:23 PM AEST
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Oh, goodness...

I was sucked in and then had to laugh my butt
off at the end at the reality. I've been there a
time or twelve, so I can totally relate.

Great write!

Be well,
~dawn

Re: Tribulation (User Rating: 1 )
by Ambivalence on Wednesday, 23rd September 2009 @ 12:24:56 AM AEST
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the good old rush hour... well that's the only time for me to get ready for school haha. i feel ya on this one, such good imagery here.

take care

-K.Z.

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