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Field of SorrowMy heart is now in black and white.
The red color of love has died.
Im standing in a field of sorrow,
My soul to borrow.
My life is full of pain, my mind is torn apart.
My love is a monster, without a heart.
Stuck in thought,
And prohibited speech.
Mute, to my words of sadness.
Deaf, to your words of emotional torture.
Im standing in a field of sorrow;
My soul to borrow.
But you didnt borrow.
My soul is vanquished:
Black and white;
I'm Here.My breath has run out,
My sight has gone blurry,
My heart has stopped beating,
And I start to worry.
Friends: now beginning to recede
Trust: beginning to be broken.
Bonds: I have not spoken,
I start to bleed.
Can you hear my cries for help?
Do you feel my pain?
Do you want to?
Are you even there?
I wont do as you say,
I am my own person.
I wont hear what you tell me,
Im deaf to your words.
Im a spirit,
I have a soul.
I have feelings, too.
I dont care what you say,
Im here; stop making fun of me.
Im here; let me believe you were my friends.
Im here; be my
Light at the End - Chapter One1.
Travis trod the dark and desolate path that strung through the woods of Farnam, Massachusetts. The snow fell, wet and steady, from the omniscient sky.
He felt as though he was being watched, but then again, Rage followed him wherever he went so if he was being watched, it would only be normal.
Travis stopped to take a rest for a minute or two, sitting on the root of a large tree. He had been walking for about a week; living off berries and other plants, melting snow in his hands for water.
He wanted to die, but he couldnt not until his seventeenth birthday. There was nothing he could do but fulfill his destiny,
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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