Sowing Those Rewards
By sidewinder
Reaching through those hard rigid struggles, Follow unwarned, Wondering the reason for the Gothic silence mired only in nearness of death, Eclipsed in the invocation of the blade jagged only in its measure, That paranoia felt in fear which rages in a river of blood, Sired in the loins of a homeless, wondering solitude, That loneliness felt in a cringed, helpless, smile, Scarred beyond recognition where you reach a lifetime sowing those rewards that you reaped. Dec. 5, 2001 Written December 24th, 2001 © on Jun 07 2002 10:27 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 18 • 6 • 1
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