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to jail with you and your worthless soul...

by Melinda Sordino

where do all the tomorrows go
when death is at your door?
and where are all the promises
you've given me before?
i wonder often where i'm going
and what is held for me.
i wonder what would happen
if by chance i don't succeed.
i feel the pressure in my heart
it pushes on my chest.
i pray to God to silence it
but yet i never rest.
i dream sometimes of golden streams
and stones made out of gems,
but when i wake i find myself
alone, afraid, condemned.

10/02/2003

Posted on 10/02/2003
Copyright © 2024 Melinda Sordino

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Christopher Shin on 10/02/03 at 05:18 PM

Your never alone hun. You have friends that care for you. A great poem. OF course I like "death is at the door"

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