I am a failure to all those who know I.
I walk these roads with a mask over the features of I.
I have been trampled on and trudged on, over and over disfiguring the face of I.
I smile even when pain coils the heart of I.
I am afflicted with a disease of the brain in I.
'The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. ' (Robert Lee Frost)
How enticing are those love, dark, and deep woods! Fortunately, I have not many miles to go. Sleep is close...
Can a tree flourish?
When the air and soil are polluted.
Can it bear wholesome fruits?
When poison courses through its veins.
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The Creature 22/05/2010
Have you seen a creature?
A creature which drains your life.
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There is a shape lying
in a puddle of mud
under the pouring rain
across the barren and empty field
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A shadow walks on the streets
you may not see it, even if
you look hard. It walks without
a purpose. without a sense of
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