Can i create words in all this silence
the mind racesit never rests
it never lets my soul sleep
dream, or smile
in a world with a voice of its own
consistantly
screaming, angry
where is love
where is god
there is no way to reach me
i am so lost now
even this map
is confused
But if you follow all the empty liquor bottles
you may get a clue
i left a trail
yet even i can't comprehend why now
maybe i am better off lost
in silence
this place is cruel
and no matter where i turn
or how many time i redo it all
the end is always just that
the end...
Poetry by Randi Jung
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Written on 2006-06-24 at 16:26
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