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Friday, June 27, 2008

Collide

Grabbing onto something... anything

Gasping for breath she's pushed under

Greeted by Misery and Sorrow she's forced to grab hold and rely on them

They slowly bring her up

Gasping for breath she shivers and lies down for a while... only a while

It couldnt hurt... could it?

Nothing to warm her up but listing to the constant bickering of Hate and Rage soothes her

She's gone to a dreamless sleep

Depression rocks her back and forth comfortering her, holding her... soothing her

"No need to leave just yet... stay a while longer yes?" Pride insists.

She sits down and thinks back... memories flood her over crowded mind

She's crippled... the Pain holds her down, Problems struggle and Fight with her

She reaches up but no one tries to help her... no one will save her

She cries out, struggles.... "Please! Please help me!" She cries

Tears... salty and clear run down her cheeks

"Please.... please." She's slowly giving up...

No one will help her... save her.... no Knight in shinning armour...

Just a boy with a pretend sword and prentend feelings

He just watches... watches as her world collides and crumbles

He smiles... Victory is his

6 Wolves:

Caldair said...

That was a story right? If so it was good! If not...what the crap???

Jenny said...

wow, that was cool, but very depressing.

And Ronnie it seems more like a poem

Caldair said...

Well, by story I meant work of literature...

Jenny said...

sure Ronnie,

Caldair said...

I will eat your brains. And then I will start eating Cheerio's because my cholestoral will be to high.

Rosebud said...

sorry! i'm back! i am and yes it was a poem!