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+I heard this voice+

Contributed by myselfindreams on Tuesday, 20th June 2006 @ 11:03:09 AM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

My world it became, extremely cold to me
And all I wanted to do, was to fall fast sleep,
I thought I had it all, I could not feel, or even help-
Myself in my dreams, there all I could do was weep.

I had tried very hard to muster up some strength
But nothing was coming to me, just a lot of this fear,
I cried, knowing I would never feel alive, ever again-
My heart it was dying; no more could, it hear.

So, off to bed I went, I just had to get away
In my dreams I ran; I let days go by,
Without me, but I got tired of empty dreams-
And soon even there, I could not cry.

I had closed all the doors and all the curtains
To block out the sound and all of the sun,
All alone was I; all alone in this darkness-
Not around anyone, I didn’t want, anyone.

Then one special day came around, when I decided
Since I really, really could not sleep,
That I would open up, the doors and the curtains-
At the window, I stood looking out; and began to weep.

Something strange to me, had happened
A kind of strength was welling up inside of me, at first-
I was scared; and then I was feeling this mighty hunger,
Also, I received a beautiful and wonderful thirst.

I had felt this funny tap upon my shoulder
I turned around; in my room, nobody could I see,
Suddenly, my heart, it opened; and then, this soft voice-
I saw it smiling, it said, “I heard you calling me!”

Copyright Â© myselfindreams ... [ 2006-06-20 11:03:09]
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Re: +I heard this voice+ (User Rating: 1 )
by JimKoz on Tuesday, 10th December 2013 @ 04:52:10 PM AEST
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This is nice.

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