Shackled
18 January, 2007
Author: Rick Ryckman
Dusk is falling quickly.
Thunder rumbles through singing its song.
The night is frozen cold and harsh.
The time comes slowly creeping in.
The endless nightmares uttering there echoes.
Engulfed by the patterns of despair.
Enslaved and shackled my fears are never vanishing.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
frances perez (152.163.100.5) -- Tuesday, January 23 2007, 08:51 am this is thought provoking rick,,,it really made me stop and think of my own fears |
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