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Suspended in time The clock's ticking hands Pounding at my head.. I let go a shuddered sigh.. So this feeling, bellowing inside Doesn't overtake me.. Now knowing what it's like To have a part of my soul dead. A piece of my heart As a result Grows larger As another piece of it Breaks off and dies.. Facing this dark road,alone My pride hiding behind Circumstantial secrets and lies.. I reach out But I cry alone.. Because when I reach you.. I find nobody home. So, I blanket the pain And lay it to rest In a cradle made of stone.. The light inside that died That day.. Will never again light my way.. But, it is always mine Now to own And mine Now Alone. Copyright 2014surrealdancingpoetry *in Dedication to my soul, sister, daughter, mother, friend..I love you with all that I am.. Vote for this poem
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