Monday, December 7, 2009

DWINDLE...

Spoken and not heard
Trying with no luck
Through the crowd
I feel stuck

My heart pounds faster
No end in sight
There goes the child's laughter
It echoes through the night

Blind as I am
I fear another day has passed me by
Inside is a wandering calm
I am at peace even as I cry

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