Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Poetic Antic {Page 70}

Death By Letters

What I managed to obtained
Was wiped down with tears
What I managed to obliterate
Was my future, my dream, and myself

I was dazzled by the glittering hope
I lost track of what I was aiming for
The stakes are higher than ever
I am drowning in confusion, lost in the commotion

My head is spiraling to nothing
My hands are shivering in fear
What have I to show you now?
What am I living for?

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