Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Alive Still

Alive still.
Heart beating blood
he stumbles
on the ledge
breathing dirt
and musty grass
and a scent
he had long forgotten
the scent of hope
of life
of freedom
away from the stronghold
of tyrrany
but it is a road
with daunting tasks
so little done
so much to do

1 comment:

  1. Wow, a great poem, I simply loved it, Mia, Do stop by Someone Is Special's CUT.

    --Someone Is Special--


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