Feels like my hopes
are softly fading away,
uncurling and unwinding
like a piece of loose string...
or perhaps crumbling apart
like the ancient ruins of Rome-
layers of being weathered, fighting,
and battles to overcome.
but after many times up
the mountain, just to fall in the stream,
it all burns out
like a single candle slowly,
melting away.
Monday, October 12, 2009
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I'd like to believe your vision of the world as true. However I can't. Regardless well written poem, 8/10
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