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CORRIDORS-edit
CORRIDORS
down corridors narrow
stained death’s yellow
blinding headlights speeding
above white masks glare
into forgetful sleep I plummet
unaware
into the womb waiting
again..
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Geremia
Wed, 2012-08-01 23:44
Thanks, Mark It messes my mid
Thanks, Mark It messes my mid too lol
Ian.T
Thu, 2012-08-02 03:58
Joe
This seems like the rush to the operating theatre in a hospital,
the again is that between worlds of what happens next will I return will I be reborn or am I being reborn. Did you subconsciously write this or did this come from a fear???? It is a grand write either way, I wrote a short story called "The Accident" that has similar scenes running through the story so it jogged a memory..
Take care Joe, Yours Ian.T
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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Geremia
Thu, 2012-08-02 08:19
Yes, Ian, when I was in
Yes, Ian, when I was in emergency,
Joe
Ian.T
Fri, 2012-08-03 14:16
Joe
Glad I read it right, The short story I wrote when 16 I put on stream called "The Accident" is very much the same lines as your poem.
Take care my friend,
Yours Ian.T
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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Geremia
Thu, 2012-08-02 14:50
Thanks. Will make changes.
Thanks. Will make changes. Good to c u back, my friend.
joe