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Title: you me, a word
Author: ThinkInTheThrid
Date Submitted: 4/14/2010

 
Poem: Foundations

The foundation is laid with a way to be paved. The sun is born again.
anguish and stress are hardly a test, as you spend your last moments together.

But Something''s not right, like the dimming of light,
my thoughts are becoming estranged.

Sprung like a gun there''s nowhere to run,
The coward has gone into hiding.

I''m left in a wreck at the stern of the deck
with the sea that keeps stirring and churning.
What was once paved
now stands lain to waste.

the road is a trap,
one without map,
that bastard, that twat,
there''s no going back.

I must start all over again....