April 1st, 2006 § 0 comments


A crescent wave
Beneath me shakes
A shriek of pain
With a path to make.

Increasing feeling
At heaven’s gate
A shout in anger
A forlong fate.

A pain removed
In life’s last fake
A silent thank you
For a moments break.

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