Life In Fuschia...

~*Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter - Martin Luther King Jr.*~

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Mother.

Mother, it's a dark place here.
It's a room with no window.
Mother, there is a sadness here.
There are tears on my hands that cannot be counted.
I can't find the door and I can't find the light.
You and I, we built this room to keep me inside.
So I'm inside and I'm alone.
The darkness is you who cannot love me...

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