The woods


It is to the silent woods I want to go
when I struggle through sleepless nights,
floating through all anguish that flow
like dark, hellish music I cannot fight.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-03-12 at 11:01

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nature
VERY NICE
2007-03-14


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Welcome back Bob :) I love the painting and the poem is the perfect complement for the feelings that the painting stirs up in my heart. Well written *applause*
2007-03-12


Christian Lanciai
Perfect.
2007-03-12


Karen Canning
the imagery of this is so stark, often I too want to be in that place

huggs
karenxx
2007-03-12


Bob
Yes, I might carry on this dark tale.
2007-03-12


angelwings
bob there is more depth you going to add more verses,
love the flow/angelwings
2007-03-12