FIGHTING TO SURVIVE

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FIGHTING TO SURVIVE

The night is cold and dread
As I peacefully walk with my soul care’s
Who quietly negotiate to have cool night rest
While I continue my cross-road task

Before I knew what’s happening
I was closer to death
Sinking in my thinking
Fighting to survive the dreadful pain

What a catastrophe that spilt me dooms of fear
To Quaker of all darkness
In the street of many lost soul
Down the quarter of a crystal street

I see shadow of dead soul
Walking in pursuit of fresh one’s
Hoping to survive
My heart gives up the phantom

The screaming of grief and pain has begun
People fighting earnestly to survive
The sudden catastrophe
That made heart had sore

What an unpleasant sorrow
They might have seen it before now
No joy comes easily without thousands pain
Putting apogee of pathetic quagmire

Living from where we are now
Is enough reason to be in the land of death
As miserable sorrow has been
The horrors of night dream

How long will this perpetual pain last?
As men joy has been jettison with all cruel
As sassy trouble has taking over
The fighting to survive perpetuates.

Soul passion

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ilikebks commented on FIGHTING TO SURVIVE

05-17-2009

mellow dramatic...I forgive your seeminly language barriers but nonthelesss adhere to fluidity that must exist which I personally find lacking....

bforibus commented on FIGHTING TO SURVIVE

12-03-2008

you have made a beautiful ugly my friend. i love the browns, blacks, grays, and shots of red you have drawn in this picture. and believe my friend its only goin to get worse the struggle of survival.

leslie commented on FIGHTING TO SURVIVE

11-22-2008

so deep!

star commented on FIGHTING TO SURVIVE

11-21-2008

deep!

Reality4ever commented on FIGHTING TO SURVIVE

11-20-2008

Pearl, the pain will not last long, because the fighting to survive has perpetuate lol

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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