Uncertainty clogs the brain, confusion remains to
stain; Leaving little drops of doubt, along the
surface of my heart.
Dry and desolate is my inner being, fragmented
images of you I keep seeing.
Your gleaming joust has pierced my soul, bleeding
uninterrupted my heart grows cold.
Life has drifted from what was once me,
unprotected and open my heart does bleed.
No tunnel of light can be found, dark so immense it
drowns out the sound, of my still
BEATING, BLEEDING heart......
By:Angela Sherrod-Hamby 2/17/09
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