Monday, November 16, 2009

Bellwork Poes Berkley Mitchell

1.As I sink, on to the cold hard floor, my mind slowly starts to fade drifting ever so quickly... As the bright lights above my head slowly fade, I let myself go, go into my place; my special place. A place were I am loved, a place without fighting and confusion, without love and hurt. A place without pain and misery, a place without sorrow.
2. A girl screamed from the distance, " I'm drowning"! Why doesn't anyone believe me. As the water rises, the girls cries were muffled, and her blonde curled hair sinks below the water. Her cries never to be heard again...

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