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THE MISSED SUN STILL RISES 05-10-10 I Survived, Living Dangerously, On My Own High Risk Behavior. To My Chagrin, I Was Not Hindered. A Savior Did Not Appear For Me. Pretty, Smooth, Witty, Cool, As Seen From The Outside. Angry, Ugly, Sad...A Cynic, Roiling...Boiling...Burning Inside. Short, Slight, Blonde, Bright. A Lonely Loner In The Crowd. A Walking, Talking Mannequin. Slowly, Surely I Turned To The Night. I Saw The Many Sunsets. So Many, Many Sunsets. I Saw Fewer Sunrises. I Was Too Late For Them. Dark And Black, Was My Slumbering; No Pain, No Fear, Forever Comforting... I Slept Through Births, Deaths, Christmas, Easter... I Slept Through Uncountable Years. I felt a dog's lick tickle my ear. Forever I'd felt nothing so near. I began to awaken, I began to hear a whisper whistling, "I Am Here". A foreign light hit my closed eyes. I raised my eyelids with all my might. Through curtains I looked at an ancient site. Wakened, I rose from my own demise, I would at least watch my last sunrise.
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Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 11:47 AM UTC
THE MISSED SUN STILL RISES
THE MISSED SUN STILL RISES 05-10-10 I Survived, Living Dangerously, On My Own High Risk Behavior. To My Chagrin, I Was Not Hindered. A Savior Did Not Appear For Me. Pretty, Smooth, Witty, Cool, As Seen From The Outside. Angry, Ugly, Sad...A Cynic, Roiling...Boiling...Burning Inside. Short, Slight, Blonde, Bright. A Lonely Loner In The Crowd. A Walking, Talking Mannequin. Slowly, Surely I Turned To The Night. I Saw The Many Sunsets. So Many, Many Sunsets. I Saw Fewer Sunrises. I Was Too Late For Them. Dark And Black, Was My Slumbering; No Pain, No Fear, Forever Comforting... I Slept Through Births, Deaths, Christmas, Easter... I Slept Through Uncountable Years. I felt a dog's lick tickle my ear. Forever I'd felt nothing so near. I began to awaken, I began to hear a whisper whistling, "I Am Here". A foreign light hit my closed eyes. I raised my eyelids with all my might. Through curtains I looked at an ancient site. Wakened, I rose from my own demise, I would at least watch my last sunrise.
(© Written by sjhunt-bloodworth 05-10-10)
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Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 11:47 AM UTC
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