Reaching towards an
Infinite wasteland, I
Begged for release.
Broken in motion and
Onward instead, yet
Never to find peace.
Infinite wasteland, I
Begged for release.
Broken in motion and
Onward instead, yet
Never to find peace.
S M Wells said...
Feb. 19, 2012 at 6:24 pm:
Feb. 19, 2012 at 6:24 pm:
The first words caught my eye, and I recognized the poetic touch. Somhow though I thought the last line could use a little more thinking through. Don't misunderstand me; good work.
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