On a curb of lifeA Poem by SleeplessVolcano"Poem inspired by a traumatic event a friend shared with me today"On a curb of snow and ice I prayed that I would die blood and tears mixed on my lips I sought God in the skies Embarrassed to the pit of my soul my tomorrow looked bleaker still barely strength to catch my breath and salvage what’s left of my will Words sharper than shards of glass cut holes as big as moonlit craters no more place here for any lovers - it seems, I only have haters Collecting the pieces of what I had I looked life in the eye squarely too much has happened to now give up I will survive, even if barely.© 2015 SleeplessVolcanoReviews
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4 Reviews Added on November 7, 2015 Last Updated on November 7, 2015 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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