I dont even know.
God and heavenHelp me decide.In which layer of dirt , Shall I reside.Should I be able to feel the rain on my soul?Or should they just dig a deeper hole. Dirt in progress and oil to be.A natural resource for society.Use me up and discard the trash.Once was bone, Now I'm ash.No one needs to knowThis is where I rest. Replace my shell with blades of grass.
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... I soo understand this, you helped me to see that the one who needs to know is me.........i see that blades of hope, you always need that
and although
hope can bring you down and
it holds you up too.........and we can only see it when we are down
like very much how you write
and identify with it ... thanks!
i love this poem hun its deep ..... im here all the time