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walk the plank
by Michele Schottelkorbcrystal fingertips tap at the old stain
beckoning your torn heart again
no rest for the weary
tear-soaked eyes are bleary
droplets of shame fall like the rain
it happened a long time ago
this abyss, was it friend or foe?
your veins keep on throbbing
the clowns face is bobbing
it hurts, so it must be so
step out on the ledge, my dear
dont worry, well catch you, no fear
ha, you are naïve
drain your throat like a sieve
be careful, the demon is near
shall she walk the plank of madness
with a life full of anger and sadness?
or will she relent
her worries hell sent
and cover her pain up with gladness?
started june 2003
still working on it 07/18/2003 Posted on 07/18/2003
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