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Aug 2011
I can't form a single word
Write a single note
Lyrics in my head
In my mind they float

Seeing all these letters
No phonetics in my mind
Feelings swimming
No meaning do I find

Dark in this cold room
I'm told seek until it's found
Here the emptiness' loom
When no one is around

In the dark I see
No further than my hand
All that I can be
Swallowed in the sand

Pulling hard is the tide
Swallowing me down
Pushing me as I cry
To the locker I am bound

The depths I see
I'm close to bottom
Dragging me
I'm nearly forgotten

End is near,
To be renewed
To start afresh
Views slightly skewed

To live and give life
Cycle of our being
At its worst
When we're simply beginning

Adjusting to the stress I hold
Suffocating me tightly
Within this mold

Broken free
To start anew
These jagged views we've slightly skewed...
Bobbie Longo
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