Lost by Charles J Hannan Underneath a bed of coals Hot enough to char existence I fester with emotions That escape my solitude Hunger eats away my entrails Leaving a shell An empty lot on forget street A bullet with no gun A clap of thunder with no lightning Sounding lost In a storm Whirling around..a soul crying to get out Singed enough to leap from inside me Limping a smokey trail of tears Out from this cage of flesh God can only sigh and turn his head Another drop of blood Another sinner, dead 08/02/2004 Posted on 08/02/2004 Copyright © 2025 Charles J Hannan Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)