Date: Saturday, June 8, 1996  12:40pm                           Forum: Poetry
From: PlAsTiC GiRl                                               Msg#: 636728
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last night i heard,
an angel call,
a plea for help,
or so it seemed,
or maybe it came,
from inside of me,
disquized in pain,
and fear.

I rejected the cry,
and turned away,
the warnings,
of disbeleif,
and surrounded myself,
in the sounds of laughter,
and flaoted away with them.

In my dreams,
I see a face,
of some one,
so close to me,
the tears were shed,
in spite of the confessions,
that i had said,
unfaithfully.

The music played,
its final note,
and the crowd,
started to thin,
left alone,
I retraced the steps,
that took me so far from view.

The voices call,
me to them there,
and i look that way,
and i'm full of fear,
away i turn,
and fall to my kness,
and wait for my ticket to come.

I stepped up in,
the crowded path,
that lead us all to confrintation,
the scenes passed by me,
through the foggy windows,
as i tried to regain my sanity.

Closed the door,
and not a word said,
to those who's minds inquired,
fall into a place,
where i am swept away,
and the dreams,
take over.
  -AC