

Night is FallingI sit at my computer and ponder my life, for what else is there to do?Night is Falling
My leg's in a splint, my mobility's screwed, and it's time that I thought all this through.
So here I am, alone and sad, with no one to wipe up my tears.
I should have expected it, I shouldn't be suprised... it's been like this for years.
And happiness comes, and happiness goes, so fleeting, so quickly it's passed.
But it leaves me behind, broken and bruised, wishing, oh wishing, it would last.
I dance in my mind, I sing to the sky, as the tears course their way down my face.
For their path is well-worn,
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James W. Weber, the Wicked Jester
In a world of insanity those of us who maintain our sainity are considered to be insane
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Now on... ~BowChickaBowWow
welcome to dA!
your poetrys really good!
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zydrate comes in a little glass vile,
"a little glass vile?"
a little glass vile.
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