Like a vulture, thirsty for death
I hovered my dying dream
Eager to see it gasp for the last breath
My dream looked abandoned
Like an outcast in its own world
We sat there together
My dream and me
The dream was clutching onto me
Or maybe it was the other way round
That moment came soon enough
The dream became breathless
And I was choked
The vulture in me gave up then
The Satan in me lay there dead
The tiny shred of hope
The One sign from the ONE
My dream salvaged me
Like the phoenix it rose from ashes
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Salvaged ..
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1 comments:
Liked the imagery.
Keep it rollin;)
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