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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required the air around me is thick, its hard to breath the dense thickness of it; it smothers every breath that i take and draw... it's like a thick cloud wrapped around my every limb, so cold; so very cold...its as if ice runs through my veins and nothing is there to chase it away. the stars are hidden behind gray clouds that churn angrily throughout the night sky, hot tears burn their way down my face, my hands tremble as i reach out toward the empty space. i feel dried grass and rusted chains beneath clammy fingers. no wolves howl, no nightingale's sing their sweet homely lullabies....its eerily quiet as the night moves on. i feel no caress of your strong fingers, so alone; so lonely....your eyes, i can not see. it's your voice i wish to hear at this time. your voice that rings like a thousand bells that chime. this horrid place is a place of death and sorrow, and i want no part in it; death is not a gift i want or wish on anyone. i want love and light. the light, that your eyes shine so vividly bright. with every labored beat of my heart, it calls to you. it demands your help as do i. why don't you come? why haven't you come to help me? i suffer in this place, i plead you to come and help. yet you do not. why? the moon further rises; it's glow is smeared behind the dense clouds; stars have yet to appear, its still your voice that i yearn to hear. as i stare up--not knowing who to hate--at the sky, the tears fall harder and hotter down my face, i crumble to the ground and cry.
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