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S.O.S. (Free verse) by amanda_dcosta Gasping for breath
Shadows descending
Warning bells
No one cares.
Alas,
Left to struggle
supporters few.
Will there ever be help,
survival,
poemranker again?
Only time will tell.
Up the ladder:
a piece of me
Down the ladder:
Healing
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Posted: July 26, 2008 8:12 AM PDT; Last modified: July 26, 2008 8:12 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.8577223 Overall Rank: 10417 Comments:
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FreeFormFixation @ 98.212.148.58
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29-Jul-08/2:12 AM
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is me actually commenting on this your first radio signal? sorry...
Madam, the ranker has fallen off the golden path and into the dismal gutter. None of my friends speak, my mentor left long ago, and even my goddamn enemies are no longer here to keep me company. What is a savage ex-jester to do without his fuel, his purpose, his support or mean inspiration to keep on just for the sake of keepin on just to say that: Fuck you, I'm still here? As I said earlier, the mere act of not acting is more fatal than fist blows to the face and testicles.
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