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My memories dripping through my hand
Aching feet
Wandering aimlessly through the sand
My thoughts are fading
My mind is blind
How I've felt sorrow
In this circle of time
Aching feet
Wandering aimlessly through the sand
My thoughts are fading
My mind is blind
How I've felt sorrow
In this circle of time
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The Echo Makers, Ch. 35
Soon their winter hut was ready. Ajijaak had banked it all around with brush to help keep out the winter cold. The sky was dull gray with clouds so dense not even the pale round of the sun penetrated them. An icy wind was blowing. The air smelled of snow. Soon, soon the blanket of winter would obliterate the earth in its white cloak. Soon, the terrible beauty of snow would make the earth appear pure and faultless. A shiver reverberated through his body. Winter like a beautiful woman, could be deceptive in what hid beneath her beauty. Starvation could come, if winter lasted too long or was too fierce. Ajijaak felt a fearful respect for winter. He ducked back inside the door flap. Misko-amik sat huddled in his blankets before the fire, slowly drinking the herb tea Wiinizik had brewed for him. His bones hurt today. His eyes were narrow slits as he stared with unseeing eyes at the flames. It must be hard to be old. Ajijaak took the rice and blueberries Wiinizik had warmed for him. He ate
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Why? (Sonnet)
Why? By J.C. Solis Why, My Father, did I go down this path? I ask for I am within such deep pain Why must I incur this merciless wrath? Why is it this path I just can’t refrain? Why, My Father, must I suffer as so? As my inner peace has now come to die This mounting woe just continues to grow Why does no one listen to my sad cries? Why is this life filled with pain and despair? Why must I live with the burden of sin? Why are my mistakes I cannot repair? Why is my soul filled with turmoil within? Why, My Father, must I suffer as so? For I am now lost, with nowhere to go…
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Begging in the Gutter
I experience the perfect loneliness, distant and frozen. I see neither the sky nor the ground below me. Voices of all those who came and went again, good by. We were once like brothers, now you don't know me. Now, you hold the hand of her I once loved, behind you walks a child. I lost my last 'rusty coins' on the edge of the world. So I became a beggar in the gutter. I hold the empty cup trembling toward you, looking against the sunlight. You overlook me, skillful enough not to trip over me. The child looks at me unblinkingly, I hide my tears. Then I became a burden to you all, I stood up for ideals, but fall again to the dirty ground. I was always too little, always too weak, never enough. I am imperfect, was often drunk. Oh, how you despise me for it? I fight for you, loneliness, and yet you are not my friend. I have changed for you, but you always remain the same. Yes, that's true love, it leaves, never comes back, no forgiveness. In the end, they all betray each other. Will I
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Nice rhyme scheme.