July 14, 2007

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Oh! What ache torments the soul;
The soul that is the backbone to living.
The pain from sorrow,
crippling; absolutely.
Can it be undone?
Why does it exist?
The need; the desire;
the want; the wish?
The most terrible of blows
A thousand times a day
What antidote would cure?
What remedy prescribed?
Could it be destiny; to live
in this throe?
To never know?

1 comment:

the blarney stone said...

Dude, that's good stuff. Question: how did you get certain lines to be spaced further? Have you mastered the right-indent?