As I finished writing this, I looked on my pc to see the date...I will dedicate, espesially the two last lines, to my Grandfather..who died six years ago today..


I was running
I was burning
my body aching

Didn`t know right from wrong
yes or no

I stopped running
still stumbling
Only ashes left
my body still aching

are still unknown to me

The wind
blew the ashes away

-mr.m 11/10/2006

Poetry by Mr.Mist
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Written on 2006-10-11 at 04:37

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An Apathetic Zealot
Great one man... keep up the good work

wonderful poem!!! i love it!

Phyllis J. Rhodes
Like a Phoenix you are rising. Old things have passed away, behold all things are new. Your Grandfather would be proud of your progress.