The wind blows.
My thoughts are caught in the whirlwind.
As my mind spins.
To the dyleria there is no end.
And with every passing wind, life gushes out of me.
My spirit and soul rushes out of me.
With every passing second I loss a piece.
An yes I know, I will never live forever.
But the feeling cannot seem to escape me.
The tree of life has forshaken me.
And I am continuously filled with wait, fear and envy.
Why ohhhh, Why would you have me sit here to wait patiently.
Just waiting to see.
Waiting, waiting to Die
No... not I
I will not die
I will go on
I shall prolong
In some cestial form or maybe reborn,
to weather the storm.
Like spokenwords shot into space i will go on... forever
And ever.
I will echo through an eternity.
The vibrations of my voice will affect everything.
The vibrations will echo on and on...
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Poetry for the Soul
PoetryI write, I write, I write I write away my sorrows. I write until my words run swiftly into my dreams, Through my nightmares they run smoothly along this page, Leaving a trail of ink that will one day fade. No matter how this page may end contorted...
