Foreseeable FutureA Poem by Placid StrangerA back turned to a friend in need. Or anything else you want it to be.
With your parachute tangled up in the telephone wires The sting of silence isn't gonna get you any higher Lay real low at the bottom of the hole And you might not feel the sinking of your soul You think if you lose your grip, you'll lose the faith It's not a puddle you’re standing in, but an ocean of pain So just come to grips, come to terms Put down your arms and stop clawing at the dirt The deity talked to you today Time has looked the other way Three hundred walls line the maze Light was taken from your days While following the great command Evolving from your master plan Spin it around if you can For when the puzzle falls apart Inevitably, your sinking will start So start praying now Start begging now Start your pleading now And maybe someday He will stop to hear what you've got to say
© 2014 Placid Stranger
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Added on January 30, 2009 Last Updated on March 4, 2014 AuthorPlacid StrangerChicago, ILAboutAbout to graduate from college with a degree in Economics and Business Management. The three things I love most in life are music, sports, and Econ. I'm not a serious writer and really don't know anyt.. more..Writing
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