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Still

Still

The night so cold
Teardrops fall down thy hard cheek
I sit there alone

My mind quiet; still
I am numb; I feel nothing
My soul hard like rock

I lay on my bed
I lay and try not to think
Of the pain I feel

Alone; quiet; still
I feel, hear, and see nothing
The road is unclear

I lay. I fall.
I feel no more
I am still
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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July 30, 2010 at 11:06 AM
I enjoyed reading your poetry today Shelby. Wishing you a beautiful weekend filled with inspiration. Love, Carol
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