Saturday, October 13, 2007

So tell me...
My brother....
My sister.......
My friend......
Will I ever see you again?
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The days grow cold,
There is nothing here,
All I see is a blur,
With everyday draws near.
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I lay here... waiting,
My mind... restless,
Thoughts of sorrow amass.
Wondering when,
If fate permits,
That pain will come to past.
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So tell me,
My brother....
My sister.......
My friend.......
When will time be spared?
For I am dying,
Alone it seems,
From a time of once we shared