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The sand slowly falling from the hour glass,
Every minute, appears more unbearable,
Gradually more-so, as the hours pass,
The hour glass, feeling more smashable.

The sun sets upon the desolate scene,
Marks a significant milestone,
In the struggle that remains between,
Reluctant thought, and ambitious bone.

Finding sleep in procrastination,
With the nightmares flowing in your head,
Linger to mock your hesitation.
Striking the possibilities dead.

The time to wait is over,
The time to achieve is here,
Transform the haunting never,
By breaking free of your fear.



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Hmmmm said...
Jan. 30, 2011 at 12:55 pm:
Great job. I wish I could write like that.
 
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IamtheStargirl said...
Oct. 27, 2010 at 7:48 pm:

Oooooooooooooh, that's beautiful. I especially loved the last line!

Thank you ever-so-much for writing and sharing this sonnet!

 
RobertoO replied...
Nov. 1, 2010 at 5:32 pm :
Why thankyou
 
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sunshine79 said...
Aug. 19, 2010 at 10:12 am:
Story of my life, despite these feelings you just have to keep pulling through.
 
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Oberon56 said...
Aug. 19, 2010 at 10:08 am:
Love the change of thought from hopeless to optimistic.
 
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ti51 said...
Aug. 19, 2010 at 10:06 am:
Great article really relevent to everyday life
 
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