Author: Alicia D Madsen


when the moment of truth arrives
it is late...contrite and yet still somehow smug.
i would strangle truth; reality,
till at last it gasped in my ear its dying
breath. and yet still somehow contrite and smug at once.
prideclouds i struggle with & clogs my
airways.-->till i gasp w/
my burning lungs--"In the end,
it is what it is."


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zenobia garrett ( -- Tuesday, March 7 2006, 02:57 pm


your poem is a great you a very creative and the poem really helps me alot thanks!!!
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