That was once my home, now it's just black barren land..
Seems that nothing in life turns out like you had planned..
My family worked this earth for over 8 generations...
and they once were the owners of many plantations..
We worked in tune with nature for seasons come and go..
Dealing with the seasonal droughts and the first snow...
All that is left now is a patch of earth with rubble and no grass..
and in my heart there is this large piece of turning black glass..
Ripping it in two to know the demise has come and gone..
and now I'm left to awake on this cold winters dawn..
Life never seems to give you the upper hand...
and nothing turns out like it planned...
Life...Nature... the land that once was my home..
Life...Family... the way I feel truly alone...
Stripped of all I knew and was to rebuild..
but I guess that's another lesson to be instilled..
Nature preys on the weak and the wrong choice..
since it seems it has nothing to do with the tone of your voice..
Nothing left for them, the children of the future...
just another internal wound in need of a suture..
Just another sorry story in the life of a long gone farmhouse...
where life can take you from an eagle to a man to a mouse..
1-12-2001

11/15/2001

Posted on 11/15/2001
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