Thursday, September 22, 2005

I'm loosing my grip
like sands thru clenched fingers
or as a hourglass flows

no ability to stop it
or tip it over
no strength to care

like the water that falls from my eyes
watering my soul
drowning in pain
will there ever be a garden of peace?

1 Comments:

At 9:40 PM, September 22, 2005, Blogger for_the_lonely said...

Liiiiiiiiiiiiisa....WOW WOW WOW WOW!!! Excellent! I love this poem..and the pic above is lovely and fits the poem so well. You are such a great writer...hope all is well with you!

Love you!!!

Sarah

 

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