Juan Branche

Falling and its too bad

Cant stop treading water long enough to find land . My arms are tired, I am tired. Just want to let the current take me to shore but it just leaves my stranded in the void. No longer do i wish to see anything my disire has faded. Look for every possible way  to pull up but there is always someting there say you cant come here. Its just getting worse and worse the more i try. Breathing is a luxary i can no longer afford and i am running low on air. Everything seems to just faded away and slipp between the shadows. Broken is the soul of trails that were tread. Roads seem to draw from anything. I want to draw my sword and fight but it is useless. There is nothign ot fight for when those in power are fight against you for themselfs and step on all those who are looking to better a war. Karma is a slow bomb waiting to go off when ever its ready to exploded.
Untill then i will just drift and fall under this poor forgotten wave we call home and sink. Its funny when you not where shoes and float clouds.

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Published on e-Stories.org on 10/20/2010.


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