Oak and metal

A Poem by Rob Funk

The needle climbs,

Ever faster,

I head toward disaster,

Who could have known,

That such a large oak tree,

Will set me free,

I cannot bear for my body to be shown,

Plant me fast,

No worries,

The pain won't last

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This was a Great read and write. Short , to the point and well conveyed...:)

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Added on July 9, 2013
Last Updated on July 9, 2013

Mostly I write to Heal, however futile the effort proves. more..

Side Stepping Hell

That poor soldier

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