To save me from this gameA Poem by ronTo save me from this game
Deeper and deeper I fall. Through layers of tunnels, I sit in disappear.
Looking up I see the light. A sight of blissful delight.
Endless hours of days that have numbed the years so wasted. Hoping for a gentle hand to help me out of this pit I am wasted.
Do not reach for me, for this is where I am meant to be. The true hand that can touch my soul will be the one to save me from myself.
Do not toy with my pain. Do not pull me up to make me fall again.
See me for who I am. I beg you to come and take me in your arms. © 2013 ronReviews
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6 Reviews Added on September 5, 2013 Last Updated on September 5, 2013 AuthorronImperial, CAAboutI have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..Writing
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