Monday 28 April 2008

My Aybss by Nina Ward

The knife goes in deep,
But the blood oozes out slowly.
Though there is love and comfort,
My wounds of loss will never heal.

I see no light on the path ahead of me,
Just an eternal night.
I can't let go of my memories,
'Cause they stick vividly in my mind.

So when I give up,
Living in pain and grief.
I will fall into my abyss,
And die.

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