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solitude.

[today]May 23rd, 2008 2:42:51 am - Subscribe

a sanctuary lost.

no longer
can I stand alone.
there is no comfort
in solitude.

my voice, once
the most steadying
sound in my world,
no longer speaks to me.

there is no shelter
left for me,
nor in me.
I seek respite in you.

turn me not away.

[I am]stressed.

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May 25th, 2008
Very thought-provoking and cool poetry happy.gif

Thanks for the comment.
And, yeah, I just wish more of the world knew that they are destroying it; and that we need more love and goodness to survive.

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