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understud -> For your entertainment (5/23/2006 1:06:41 PM)
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Not really sure if this is the proper place to post this but here goes a poem for your enjoyment if i may be permitted...
Hell can be Terribly Silent
Footsteps resound within my mind,
Down empty hallways, rooms en life.
Uncluttered, devoid en bare
Of life en love or even prayers
A telephone rings unanswered there
Door bells chime into lifeless air
Footsteps echo down my soul
As always I pace alone
Hell can be terribly silent!
In my heart pace I alone
Unmoved, unnoticed and so...so very cold
I see the pain of earlier times
Old wounds left by others of my kind
I stop to touch the scared over dreams
Then remember my feelings; and scream and scream
Of hurt and pain...Oh...I do know thee well
Your part en parcel of my living hell
All those people en times gone by
Silent now deep inside my mind
So now again I pace alone
And recollect all those feelings long, long gone
most humbly submitted for your pleasure
respectfully understud...
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