a contemplation on me in teh matrix of events.


distress

i'm so much like a little child
lost and alone at the seashore
hoping to avoid the next wave
as life whips me with riddles
the sea of things i do not know
of truths and lies that all matter
lost and alone like a candle
on a dark and dreary night
does the darkness dim
or is it my flame
that fades with the coming night?




Poetry by richard ugbede ali
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Written on 2007-02-13 at 16:53

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