Alaeha Posted March 4, 2003 Report Posted March 4, 2003 Ok, you get two poems today. I wrote both today, and this has got to be the lousiest piece of work of I've done in quite some time. My apologies in advance. Futility Pushing and pulling and giving your all, working yourself to the bone. Trying to rise when you can’t help but fall, doomed to meet failure alone. Weaving your way through the jubilant throng, losing your friends on the way. Finding, alone, that your foe is too strong, and there, mortally wounded, you lay. Slain by the foe that you struggled to find, left on the path by your friend. Hoping to find light, if only one ray, but you find all is dark in the end.
The Portrait of Zool Posted March 4, 2003 Report Posted March 4, 2003 I've been in that poem. Ay, you get used to it. <_>
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