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The Ramblings Of A Madman I've crossed the broken field's of rock
called the badlands
alike my soul it seems It has been empty for
a thousand years
on bleeding feet I walk on the memories laying
scatted like broken shards of glass
everything I remember is lost in here
the silence shrieks loudliy as I pray on bended knee
to god's that refuse to hear
searching desperately for some semblance of my soul
so maybe I can be loved once again
but all l can hear are the whispers of the damned
in my ears
looking to the raven in the sky
he tell's me to keep my head held high an not
to look down it will only get worse from here
pretend you have no fears
damn the gods I'll do it on my own I scream to noone
who will hear
I walk a little further It might be too late for me but as
the sun goes down an the demons come out to play
I prepare myself for tonight's battles after all
I may be damned
but it's others i'm trying to save
~ D Donner ~
Not Damned
and good deeds are good, but belief rocks. I would have given up and died decades ago if I did not have faith in a greater goodness. It's not in the bible or the Koran or the Gita, it's in the head as heart. Time for me to call my doctor, my heart needs checking over. I wish you to feel well again and have your health return. Eat better and exercise - it is time to get skinny like me (140lbs and falling!) Yr heaven wishing optimistic poemwriter - Stella
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