"Where Ever You Go"
In the absence of soul,
The world becomes white, black and grey.
The yesterdays are gutted,
Then bleed into today.
A dreamless walk,
Through reoccurring events.
Whispers of memories,
Most filled with resent.
Stagger through the moments,
No one can really know.
How lonely it really is,
Where ever you go.
d
11-19-08
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