Sometimes I think that Fly can take my emotions and translate them into words...giving a wonderful, talented writer some kudos.........check him out... simply amazing
"...looking back"
All that is left is the echo,
the hollow shell of a past life I once followed.
All I have is darkness to drink
and sorrow to wallow in.
Now at my end I am gone, forever losing my view and sight,
forever in time but now nothing is left
but the looming regret
as it echoes continuously
throughout my head.
-Armando Torres
Saturday, May 23, 2009
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