Friday, October 29, 2010

yesterdays poem




all of these roads, they keep leading me forward, pushing me along
& im being whispered at from a million different directions
while this flickering candle leads the way
im throwing my hands up in surrender,
in complete dis-attachment
because
this path is narrow
and quite crooked
i dare not walk it along
blurry eyes and contagious
finding my way in the dark
so how am i supposed to let you know i need you
more than anything
when my voice is broken
will you hear me, if i fall/
will you help me up,lead me through it all?
im walking though this valley
howling wind, gnashing teeth, death grip
but your right here holding me.

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