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| My Dogs Sorrow |
12/28/2011
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Sitting in a hospital bed.
I wonder if I'm really dead.
Thoughts pour through my head.
It's all because of my life that cut through me like a knife.
I was once someone else instead.
Now is time almost here?
Soon.
The clock may never strike noon.
To be above the stars, in the moving traffic of cars, I see the big hot air balloon.
Full of moisture, full of air.
Full of things that never appear.
Full of hopes, full of dreams.
Full of nothing, or so it seems.
I wonder when it will all end?
Or maybe it hasn't yet begun.
Sitting in a hopital bed.
Fearing the fear, fearing the dread.
Fearing the outside world under the sun.
Next week it'll come.
I'll be about to run.
But where to and how?
My brain will go and my body will slow.
I'll have nowhere to go.
Will my dog follow?
Will the trees bark her sorrow?
The leaves may tell the changing seasons.
But I'll look to God if I believe in Her for reasons.
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