THE WATERFALL
A waterfall built of anger
Rage contained on a page
Note after note of bitterness
Spilling out like blood
Running down the drain
Blinded by the darkness of the night
Figting within, hoping to get out
Floating above, hovering over the grave
Lost in sensual anguish drizzling
Like raindrops falling; then fades
Mentally overcome by nothingness
Numb to the core of existence
What is this day when nights
Do fall and slowly drift away?
What is this life when time doth pass
And nothing is uttered or said?
No kind words from these lips
No goodness from this heart
No shame left to feel
No remorse, and No regrets
Just day-be-gets day,
be-gets-day
Filled with anger drenched in rage
Alas the taste still bitter page after
Page, after page
written by Philessa Hooks
August 30, 2005
Copyright 2005
A waterfall built of anger
Rage contained on a page
Note after note of bitterness
Spilling out like blood
Running down the drain
Blinded by the darkness of the night
Figting within, hoping to get out
Floating above, hovering over the grave
Lost in sensual anguish drizzling
Like raindrops falling; then fades
Mentally overcome by nothingness
Numb to the core of existence
What is this day when nights
Do fall and slowly drift away?
What is this life when time doth pass
And nothing is uttered or said?
No kind words from these lips
No goodness from this heart
No shame left to feel
No remorse, and No regrets
Just day-be-gets day,
be-gets-day
Filled with anger drenched in rage
Alas the taste still bitter page after
Page, after page
written by Philessa Hooks
August 30, 2005
Copyright 2005
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