Dream… Sonnet XI of Erin…
Thursday, December 29th, 2005I journeyed a path of uncertainty,
My legs kept going to my own verdict,
The pace is slowly cutting down my tree,
Death is my one and only liberty,
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Moving pictures insanely strikes and taunts,
The curse of silence screams through the eardrum,
The past of you and me recurs and haunts,
What little is left to cure by the rum,
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This are wounds that would never ever heal,
Medication’s neither heaven nor hell,
The more i am hurt the better i feel,
You’re the only one who can wash life’s well,
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I bleed while i look happy as it seem,
Oh come on you are just another dream,