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Sunday, September 7, 2008

Gone

Pointless like the builder in the storm
Build up just to have it torn
Crumbling, crashing, effort gone
Then begin again, try moving on
From left and right no help arrives
From front and rear no caring ear
Just watch the helpless waste of life
Toiling onwards, year by year

Brittle glass, tap and shatter
Shielding soulful, sorrowful self
Selfish, sinful, sickly sweet
Yet sinking slowly, screaming softly
Save me, someone, send the storm
The rain that soaks my swaying will
Beating, silent, on my door
Slowly soothing scars and wound
Slowly healing, healing, gone...