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findsmealone.
by Andrew S Adamspunch the holes through the black canvas,
the stars start shooting themselves,
one more dead hope descends
finds it's way to the ground.
i am careful not to trample thedeliciateform
stars of porcelain, destroyed
i couldnt save them,
the pure white facacde is broken and gone.
these stars, they burn out. i'm sorry world,
but you must sustain me. find me some light!
for i cant seem to find the switch myself,
and the dark brings none but terror.
it is cold.
i am dark.
life itself
findsmealone. 09/22/2003 Author's Note: a rewrite of 'cole miller's "my night sky".
Posted on 09/23/2003
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Cole Miller on 09/23/03 at 03:27 AM wow, i read that thinkin, Geez, Andrew's outdone himself again, and I didn't even realize that it was a rewrite of my own. I realized when I read Sir Elverman's comment. Just, wow, andrew, I'm so honored that you would pick one of my pieces to recreate, and in such a beautiful way. I just, can't, oh, this comes at such a perfect time, thank you, i love you andrew, you are such a good friend. <3 'Cole |
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