The WaitA Poem by FunkOversimplified...
No leg to mend, to cast
no arm to sling no eye to patch no breath to catch No heart to calm no hand to soothe in stream no wound to dress no smile to earn no love to offer none to desire from no confusion nothing left to learn no speech to make no more to hear co color to distract from this no more beginnings, no more end no more woeful solemn moments no more missing those you love no more reading poetry under modern light no more believing what they said no more fishing in a meadow stream no more casting out in silent love no more worries but no more rewards I guess no more feeling inner doubts no more music or the memories no more holding those you love no more expectations no more fantasies no more willingness no more trust no more eating things and enjoying it no more drinking to quench a thirst no more forgiving no more bargaining no more efforts to make things right no more effects to make things right no more finding no more losing things, no more caring no more shame, no more pride no more selfishness no more disgusting urges, no more to tame, no more endless nights worrying no more mornings waking up sick, no more afternoons "and now the day is gone", no more evenings to plan a day before, no more fishes you measure to decide to eat, no more fishes you count just to see, no more swimming in water that's just not quite right, no more snow in shoes that freeze no more debt... no more delusion no more fantasy no more hope no loss of faith no more, no more, no more no more, no more only this... © 2010 FunkReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 27, 2010 Last Updated on June 27, 2010 AuthorFunkSouth Western, NEAboutNot really much to say about me because I'm not sure I really know me yet. I love art, music and individualistic theme. Followers bore the hell out of me and that does fit here because while I admi.. more..Writing
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