Just More Writing...

September 19 2005

Drifting out to wonderland,
With a .45 by my side..
Just went by the waste land,
Where poor souls go to die

With the growing stench of failure,
Reeking through my nostrils,
It's hard to breathe myself,
Staring out at the growing pyre hills.

With an excuse to persevere,
I'll push past that ship wreck,
Towards the goal kept in my mind,
Keeping myself in check.

Though I may look back,
Checking on the souls left so far behind,
I'm simply moving onward,
But leaving space for them here in my mind.

Rachel Chase

September 20 2005
YES! i am happy now!