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Spinning and whirling, of course it would stop Right here at this God forsaken spot That wheel of time never did like her In good times that wheel couldn't spin faster In bad times that wheel would be dragging an anchor Grinding through loneliness, bad things did occur It use to be when she was in this agonizing place Floating there in outer space Desperately wanting friends so bad But in outer space there's none to be had Night time in her darkened room, she let the agony go With every sharp slice like fire, blood filled with agony would flow Spinning slowly into good times, it brought with it friends One was a soul-friend connected through centuries, he was a Godsend Teaching her how to deal with the loneliness, and darkness He reminded her of the pen's savage caress He was a great poet, with a shattered caring heart "Bleed ink on the paper to make it depart" "I love you dear friend, use the pen instead of the blade to drain All the agonizing sorrow, and dark thoughts in your brain" Soon figuring out they were friends of the soul, talking everyday She prayed it would always stay that way She got use to the "I love you" said to each other When she was sad, big Bear hugs that smothered Quickly the wheel spun good around to bad In that day, in just a few hours she lost all she had His demons had won, they had finally taken him down On deaths door, bet you can guess by who he was found It was a grief of the soul, she had never felt before Far beyond agony, sorrow, or pain, this was a different door One by one the other friends slowly disappear It doesn't matter how, she's right back here Wheel grinds slowly through loneliness She's trying everything not to be depressed Carefully she takes out and caress the tiniest wrinkle out of the paper Pen now in hand, writing so fast ink almost becomes vapor She drains her pain into her new friends she creates With the blackest ink her darkness she tries to illuminate With her paper friends she tries  to banish the crushing loneliness Trying to fill the spot he left, trying to fill the emptiness ©Pauline Russell
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
Pauline_Morris
The Wheel, the friend, and the Pen
Spinning and whirling, of course it would stop Right here at this God forsaken spot That wheel of time never did like her In good times that wheel couldn't spin faster In bad times that wheel would be dragging an anchor Grinding through loneliness, bad things did occur It use to be when she was in this agonizing place Floating there in outer space Desperately wanting friends so bad But in outer space there's none to be had Night time in her darkened room, she let the agony go With every sharp slice like fire, blood filled with agony would flow Spinning slowly into good times, it brought with it friends One was a soul-friend connected through centuries, he was a Godsend Teaching her how to deal with the loneliness, and darkness He reminded her of the pen's savage caress He was a great poet, with a shattered caring heart "Bleed ink on the paper to make it depart" "I love you dear friend, use the pen instead of the blade to drain All the agonizing sorrow, and dark thoughts in your brain" Soon figuring out they were friends of the soul, talking everyday She prayed it would always stay that way She got use to the "I love you" said to each other When she was sad, big Bear hugs that smothered Quickly the wheel spun good around to bad In that day, in just a few hours she lost all she had His demons had won, they had finally taken him down On deaths door, bet you can guess by who he was found It was a grief of the soul, she had never felt before Far beyond agony, sorrow, or pain, this was a different door One by one the other friends slowly disappear It doesn't matter how, she's right back here Wheel grinds slowly through loneliness She's trying everything not to be depressed Carefully she takes out and caress the tiniest wrinkle out of the paper Pen now in hand, writing so fast ink almost becomes vapor She drains her pain into her new friends she creates With the blackest ink her darkness she tries to illuminate With her paper friends she tries  to banish the crushing loneliness Trying to fill the spot he left, trying to fill the emptiness ©Pauline Russell
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