Friday, October 2, 2009

The Rivers Edge

I sit by the rivers edge

Birds perched on driftwood-seagulls circling overhead

I look out across the distance-my thoughts are filled with dread

Even tho the sun is shining brightly in the sky

My heart feels like everything that matters will die

I have no control of things i can not alter

No matter how hard i try- I always seem to falter

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