Friday, March 16, 2007

Random (Mature)

Mature Content

reaching out is the hardest part,
needing to break out of this pain.
every footfall through deeper mud,
despite not knowing the way.

I don't even know if this path
is the one I should be on.
I picked this one at random,
having lost my guiding song.

I need a hand to pull me up,
but I'm already tired of your words;
I need a shoulder to lean on,
to help me with this hurt.

I need some guiding knowledge
but I'm unable to cry out;
I had some breath a while back
but I didn't know what to shout.

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