poem3

people won't care how much you know until you they know how much you care..

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come take my hand
we'll go to some place
never before seen
each step, we glide
through mountains
valleys and seas.
I'm not promising euphoria
it's even painful if you think
a place so dark
cold
we only have each other

it's so dark in here
you can hear the breath you breathe
everywhere you turn
it's pitch black
a steady rising air
a cold one
creeps through your very skin
it smells
it's hot, yet it's cold
you can feel your hair stand
holding your legs
moving through your thighs
pinching your every muscles
seeping through your skin
you could feel it inside
running through your veins
just as it rises through your lungs
it stops

pitch black

it's scary
emptiness
you then fall to the ground -
fast
you reach for the ground
hoping for something
looking
for something
you don't even know
you grab a mound of dirt
grasping it
then ate it
terrified
you spat it out

the walls you can't see
roars
deafening roars
it echoes in the very walls
of yourself
hollow

then a sudden gush of wind
a tear falls
euphoria
as tears roll down your face
your cheeks
your lips
your chin
then, to the dirt
seeps in
something grows
you dont know
it grows
it takes you by the arms
slowly
you scream

deafening silence

you scream
then it punctures
your chest
takes hold of your heart
no pain.

rips it out
you cry
no pain
you feel numb
no blood
it lifts you up
so fast
you can't breathe
you hold your heart in your palms
you wish to be dead
you rise

blinding light
life

then it thrusts you back
down and fast
faster than before
there you lay
almost breathless
nearing death
echoes...
murmurs...
rumblings...
silence.

come take my hand
we'll go to a place
where no one has been
its dark
its empty
its cold
its
me.

jan5,2004