Rolling Black

Sep 02, 2012 01:59

Rolling Black try's to consumes me ( Read more... )

bad poetry

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shadowe_wraithe September 2 2012, 17:45:38 UTC
Talk to me about the inspiration for this prose, if you will? I see disease and perhaps plague or pandemic...?

PS: try's = tries (There is a spell check option during preview you can use)

Love you Chica!

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moyra_aisling September 2 2012, 18:54:30 UTC
I knew that didn't look right! Inspiration is what I see. It is as though life is a rolling black cloud coming from every direction. As in a snow storm at night and I can only see a few feet in front of me. I am trying to protect my son, but the pressure is intense. My spirit is crushed and my bones feel like it too. I make no attempt to say that I have no been knocked down by this. But like a fighter in the ring, the match isn't over until both shoulder's are on the floor.

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shadowe_wraithe September 3 2012, 06:20:14 UTC
Ah yes...I can totally understand now...And you are right! The match is not over until both shoulders are down!

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