When to get there?
There is a way out.
The path narrows.
Sharp pencils stab temples.
There is a way out.
The black blanket is heavy.
Pressure makes forehead bend.
There is a way out.
Here is violet hate.
There is red rage.
There is a way out.
I Dream of small caves.
I Crawl alone on bumpy rock.
There is a way out.
Frozen twigs cover me.
Burial is after a sparse lunch.
There is a way out.
But why is it so final?
stillfugue 
#1 by Scent of my heart on December 11, 2010 - 12:45 pm
There is always a way out! Keep the faith up! Lovely poem! Thanks for sharing!
#2 by Scent of my heart on December 11, 2010 - 12:45 pm
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#3 by Carl on December 11, 2010 - 3:28 pm
Thank you for commenting and thank you for the invitation! It is much appreciated!
#4 by Jingle on December 14, 2010 - 8:40 pm
smart piece.
well put…
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