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[aid] => mick
[title] => Eyes of Blue
[time] => 2002-09-03 06:23:56
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[bodytext] => Lost and alone I face my fears
No one notices my silent tears All that's visable is my shell I am within, but no one can tell My body is withered, broken, old My mind is still sharp, to this I must hold No one can hear my silent screams I beleive I've gone mad, or so it seems For movement of limb, I would barter my soul "Why me?" runs through my head - I've lost all control My eyes blue and vacant, my body feels small Nothing is important anymore, not at all Destiny dealt, to me this has been handed I live in torment, damned, I've been branded Each day I pleaded "Take me God, I'm Yours!" As the hired help washed my body, busy at their chores To them I was a number, a casualty of fate For me to make them understand, truely see me - it was to late For finally the Reaper had scratched at my door For Death's cold embrace I could wait no more "My prayers have been answered!", I rejoyced in my head With an existance such as this, I'd rather be dead They will never know the woman that used to be All they knew was the one who's car met the tree They would never know the woman inside Who cried like a child and swallowed her pride Her soul was in there all along, but no one knew All they saw was a lifeless body, and vacant eyes of blue. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 203 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Tanna [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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