Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Scribbles #2

I knew what I had done
As soon as the door closed.
My grip slowly loosening
Not wanting to let go
My life had been built
Suddenly ripped away at a glimpse
The aftermath, devastation
On my mind, body, and soul
A Strong will must prevail
No being weak this time around
Who had I become?
A life with destination, shattered
Now simply standing
Unknowing of which way to turn.

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