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A filtered life
Contributed by
intelectualpoet
on
Tuesday, 3rd February 2004 @ 11:01:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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A filtered life
A filtered cigarette,
Burns slowly,
Until it is completely gone,
Left only as a pile of ashes.
The ashes burn un resentfully,
In the back of my throat.
Nothing can cure the itch,
It's inevitable,
Like a legless ant awaiting it's death.
A tear forms in the corner of my eye.
I blink,
I feel the tear roll slowly down my face,
bringing moister to my desert like skin.
I roll over,
The spot where you used to lay,
Has been long since deserted.
I scream out into the darkness,
What did I do wrong?
Was it something I said wrong?
I hear only the sounds of silence as my answer.
I am left alone,
To wallow in my self-pity,
I am alone...
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2004-02-03 23:01:30] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: A filtered life
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jazz on
Wednesday, 4th February 2004 @ 12:11:37 AM AEST (User
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Madame Fate holds our lives in the palms of her hands. Some things just are not meant to be, and unfortunately, she has a harsh way of bringing it all to end. Good thing is, you can stand up and be counted. Time heals wounds...
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