Posted on 17/08/2012 in creative writing, emotions, grief, illness, nature, poems Out Out I step Foot to the floor Wind drying cheeks still wet The marks of life’s daily war. Eyes on the sky out I set Till I can walk no more The darkness won’t get me yet For now I’ll make my own law.© Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
One of my favourites
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sad one Rach, well expressed!!
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