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A view from a hotel window
Outside the hotel room window
the children are screaming
whilst the shell of my father
waits in a box
to be burnt.
Why am I here?
I am nothing like these people,
they have nothing to offer me
apart from more news
of their mistakes.
Teary eyed stories
of entrapment
that make me wonder
how.
How can I be like this
with all that sludge
in me too?
the children are screaming
whilst the shell of my father
waits in a box
to be burnt.
Why am I here?
I am nothing like these people,
they have nothing to offer me
apart from more news
of their mistakes.
Teary eyed stories
of entrapment
that make me wonder
how.
How can I be like this
with all that sludge
in me too?
Published 2nd Nov 2009
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Anonymous
3rd Nov 2009 11:26am
is like a vision i havnt seen before.makes me all weepy.
6th Nov 2009 10:04pm
Is really beautiful.
It makes me feel so sad, but only because its so true, and beautiful.
Keep up the good work
It makes me feel so sad, but only because its so true, and beautiful.
Keep up the good work
6th Nov 2009 10:25pm
i felt the same way, at the passing of a friend, but could never convey how i felt about any of it the way you have... beautiful that you share such raw emotions
12th Nov 2009 4:06am
12th Nov 2009 12:47pm
