chilling in the middle of a raging sea
memories of old
swept like the twisting of the rudder beneath;
sigh. how can time be so cruel?
three years of rage welling-up
serendipities engulfed,
sigh. how can time be so cruel?
tethering will, wind blowin'...
nothing changed, another cliche.
sigh. how can time be so cruel?
old scars, old wounds
sting of pains out of the crushing blue waters surround,
sigh. how can time be so cruel?
introspections that bring pains more than healing,
chilling in the middle of a raging sea.
sigh. how can time be so cruel?
ron 06/16/07
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Chills me reading this post.
it chills me every time i read it and remember that day i wrote it -soaked and freezing.
Ouch, that's all I can say about your post.
i bet, you can easily relate.
*sighs