Atheist Saint
Crazed Fan
Poetic Terrorist
Blending the 21'st centrury with hate
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Post by Atheist Saint on May 29, 2006 1:24:40 GMT -5
Sitting here, I think That maybe I have lost the touch The touch of words of meaning Writer's block being expereinced Am I losing my touch? I remember as a kid The time I was oblivious I would spend countless hours Playing games with my father Outside, in the cool summer air Breezes blowing against our skin Walking through the endless green forest Deer and bird watching My oblivious persona has left me The summer has turned to winter The breeze chills my skin The green forest is now dead The deer and birds have all been killed My father passed on twelve years ago And this right here This poem Poetry Is all I have left And I fear I am losing my abilities Another loss to add to the pile
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