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this is what i pray for.
brokenarrows

i have existed merely,
 1
quietly for hope.
 2
so easily have i given up to the things that i can see,
 3
forgotten what is only to be heard,
 4
lost on the peak of the wind,
 5
simple screaming
 6
and only just now did i realize that the incessant noise
 7
was born in these, my own lungs,
 8
air that i have converted into sound.
 9
 
 
what for?
 10
for hope? or for salvation,
 11
one realization to save me from uncertainty
 12
and pitch me into a beautiful,
 13
honest currant,
 14
that should i have a choice
 15
would drag me to the bottom of this life
 16
and drown me in the depths of my own love.
 17

2 Feb 11


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in the depths of my own love......
aahh, the water is deep I suspect. I very much am drawn to this poem, and find it a smooth read although I read #6 as simply screaming and had to re-read...no matter..
 — blackibird

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