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[sid] => 66572
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => I Have No Time
[time] => 2004-10-08 07:22:18
[hometext] => Pretty much this morning I woke up with a bad feeling and I wanted to put it down into words... thought maybe someone could benefit from my misery. I had a big problem trying to end the poem, hopefully this way sounds best.
[bodytext] => I awake; these walls they have risen around me, A moist darkness nestles beside; arms wrapped around me. The air steals my voice; my echo has abandoned at me. I have attempted to climb out of this prison, my fingers grasping at the bricks, searching for holds; my feet digging in the seams. Yet the wall is ice. I slide back down. Where is my ladder of hope? Where is my light of promise? I have been here far too long, yet no one searches for me. I have laid here far too long, yet no one misses me. No one knows that I am lost. Shall I be content, to wallow in this pool; ripples of madness, splashes of doubt, Waves of anger, ebbs of malcontent. Shall I be content to dwell in this hole? The ladder is to my left, I have yet to feel it. The light is to my right, I have yet to see it. The darkness keeps me here, keeps me cold. When shall I open my eyes? [comments] => 3 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 65 [informant] => Aquaelius [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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