November 26, 2009
By RoanneL SILVER, Comox, Other
RoanneL SILVER, Comox, Other
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the sun slips behind the mountains so tall
proof that even the strongest can fall
as the light slowing disappears
I wonder why we cry so many tears
for things that never really mattered
we leave ourselves bruised, and battered
constantly fighting the darkness
wishing it could be painless
but we're never going to win this
never again will we feel that bliss
out of control, we stumble
as the sky begins to crumble
gone is that glimmer of hope
no way to cope
with this this souless night
such an agonizing, useless fight

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