Sarah's Life

The beginning of something...

Given the two people who can read this journal are writers, I'm looking for some help on this, but I don't want to publish it on the site just yet... seeing as it's not done.
(one hundreth post, btw - I didn't notice that during the first two edits)

*Tracks*


Fleeting Connections
on mine swept fields
does anyone around here
even bother to feel

Temporary moments
of calm in the storm
but after years of this waiting
you realize nowhere is warm


And I'm racing along the tracks
Like a lost night train
rushing toward the day
when I can hold you again

but when all my roads
seem to pull me from you
I'm lost in the corner
what to do, what to do?


Momentary lapses
in the facade of life
no one manages to see
through thier walls of strife

Brittle cries
in hollow lands
a try at escape leads
to wire-cut hands


And I'm racing along the tracks
Like a lost night train
rushing toward the day
when I can hold you again

but when all my roads
seem to pull me from you
I'm lost in the corner
what to do, what to do?



*and this is where I lose the rest of the poem/song*


HELP!






"Human life is permeated with underground streams" - Berdynev
"I HATE writers block!" - Me!
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