This is a poem that has touched me deeply in my heart and soul, though I cannot say why, I know turn to it when I need comfort, it has deep meaning to me, and I thought it was important that I share, epsically now in a time of my pain.
By Christopher Rice
Fear cannot touch me
it can only taunt me
it cannot take me
just tell me
where to go
I can eithter follow
or stay in my bed
I can hold on to the
things that I know
The dead stay dead,
they cannot walk.
The shadows are darkness.
And darkness cannot talk.
11:31 PM - 4/1/2006 -
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