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They say black wasn't a colour.It's the same as telling us we weren't human.They say they'd know pain.But...
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Guilt
Guilt (A work of fiction that is all too true) Charles Foster was feeling particularly old today. It must have been the weather. In truth, he was quite old, but as he put it, age hadn’t caught him yet. Born into a war and a veteran of two more, he had seen all that there was to see, done all that there was to do. He now lived in a quiet little house in a quiet little town. Despite his great age, he was still a formidable sight. Foster was taller than a good deal of the townspeople, even when his back was bent like the tree in the town square—as he quite often was. His face was perpetually set in either a grim glare or a scowl, but a few of the older folk like the mayor insisted that he had was soft as a marshmallow beneath the grizzled and weathered face, as hard as that was to believe. He always wore the same outfit: a loose plaid white and blue dress shirt with the
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Insomnia
When sleep, like life, eludes me .......
...... life giving sleep overcomes everyone but me ....
life sapping concienceness drains me ....
My crimson shadowy wraith wakens and fills the slumber with it's grip of dark thoughts ... my mind races my soul cringes .....
The beauty of life but a twinkle in the crushing darkness of dispair ...... a flicker of light, the glimpse of a smile, the warmth of a touch ...... but a trickle .. like a single tear ....
............. the cold bitter dark, unrelenting throbbing, deafening, mindnumbing soul destroying pain!
....... like Ten thousand times Ten black holes ripping through the subatomic fibre
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Where Have You Gone?
Where have you gone, lover of mine?
Where have you been, this unending time?
Have you gone on a train, to a place far away,
Where the mountains sing and the sycamores sway?
Have you taken a boat to an island alone,
Where you sit and you think as you toss a cool stone?
Have you leaped on a plane to see new skies,
Where you watch shining stars with tired, worn eyes?
Have you just walked along roads with rotting old signs,
Where the locals count up your hard liquor fines?
Have you met someone new, sweet, and bright,
Who listens to your stories until late at night?
Have you made a friend that lends a hand,
Who will be by your side in the dirt a
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