this is very scattered, but it comes together in the end.

Crying Relief

time slips past me
i hit the ground chasing it
so many things left undone
so many things i have to get

i'm stuck in slow motion
all others pass like lightening
they make fun of me
i accept it, its frightening

alone in a field
i feel the wind, and cry
tears fall down my cheek
i don't care why

on a long walk i keep crying
leaving a path of tears
back again to where this began
silence and crying is all that they hear

Poetry by Mark Reynolds
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Written on 2006-02-01 at 19:57

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awwwww *hugs you* this sounds really really sound strong imagery. the colour grey comes to mind.