Last Strand

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    Last Strand

     I'm hanging on one last strand
    Yearning for an answer
    To appease my soul
    But I am drowning slowly
    In my pool of dreams
    I've got nothing but
    These temporary feelings
    If you will, take these arrows from my heart
    They are like a poison dart killing my mind
    I try to look around,
    But I am blind,
    I'm dying,
    I'm hanging on one last strand
    No matter where I turn
    I can't escape what is inside
    A burning death which will not cease
    I am a candle with no wax
    I am an ocean with no salt
    I am a tree with no leaves
    I am me, but not living free
    Keep on going, I will just fade away
    Nothing in me wants to stay
    I try to look around
    But I'm blind,
    I'm dying,
    I am hanging on one last strand.

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    dumplin commented on Last Strand

    04-27-2010

    Sounds like a cry for help. I hope you find it. We all have something to live for. You just need to find what that is for you.
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    Hampton commented on Last Strand

    04-11-2010

    A heartfelt moving cry of despair is woven throughout this nicely written poem.
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    summerrose35 commented on Last Strand

    03-05-2010

    that is all some of us have to cling to.but we hang in there through the thick and thin.holding our breath waiting for the last strand to break.Well done!
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    TCpoeboy commented on Last Strand

    03-05-2010

    point taken. words paint such a real picture of pain and exhaustion. feels like your last breath then u get another one and another til U finally take your last breath. But as Rhymer stated a last strand is all some will ever have. Great write!
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    Rhymer commented on Last Strand

    02-27-2010

    Keep hanging on, one last strand is all some will ever have. 10 from me.
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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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