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May 19, 2010
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That Dreaded Moment
Now that time is upon me
That dreaded moment
When all is silent
When the wind stops blowing
The birds stop singing
And my friends are no where to be found
Where the heat
Is boiling me from the inside
And I am afraid
More afraid than I have ever been
That place
Where my throat is dry
My heart stops beating
And I just know
This is the end
But its not
Somehow
Even though there is no light
At the end of the tunnel
I find my way back out
The world is not better
I have gained nothing from this
But hardship
In the face of mine enemy
I stand with my shoulders back
And scream from the mountain top
You did not win
That dreaded moment
When all is silent
When the wind stops blowing
The birds stop singing
And my friends are no where to be found
Where the heat
Is boiling me from the inside
And I am afraid
More afraid than I have ever been
That place
Where my throat is dry
My heart stops beating
And I just know
This is the end
But its not
Somehow
Even though there is no light
At the end of the tunnel
I find my way back out
The world is not better
I have gained nothing from this
But hardship
In the face of mine enemy
I stand with my shoulders back
And scream from the mountain top
You did not win
— hobo, May 19, 2010
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Critiques
magics02
16 years ago
Wow
DawningDaytripper
16 years ago
This is a great write Hobo,
loved
16 years ago
u do
xena465
16 years ago
Wonderful Hobo
Candlewitch
16 years ago
Dear Hobo
judyanne
16 years ago
so well written randy
xena465
16 years ago
Hi Hobo