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Sep 2014
The rain filled my drink for days
As I lay on the bridge
staring slowly at the stars

The space between my memories
covered my brain, leaving little room
for love, passion, or beauty

I knew my feet could still stand,
that my hands could still grasp

But I was small, far away
trying to fight the depths
of my desires.

I thought of better times
I wanted happiness


No use sitting and hoping,
thinking these idle thoughts
I suppose it's for the best
that I finally get a move on
I've been having trouble thinking of new things, so I took a selection of random words from my profile and mixed them around until I got this.  Oddly enough, it mirrors my feelings fairly well.
Joel A Doetsch
Written by
Joel A Doetsch  St. Louis, MO
(St. Louis, MO)   
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