Cries from a Tired Soul
Only existing here sometimes,Breathing shallowly with life
Seeing reflections of what I am,
A glimpse of she who is damned.
Walking the world safe but alone,
Carrying burdens I don't want to own.
Careful not to disturb others who sleep,
Painfully awake to wolves among sheep.
Often I wish to be rid of this place,
Leave this earthbound troubled space.
Searching the heavens for an escape
To shed this flawed corporeal drape.
Poetry by Chelle
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Written on 2006-12-29 at 20:22
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