Goose Ridge
Reaching into the depths of my mind...
to that place where the hourglass breaks
and spills the sands of time...
I see a young boy walking a long gravel road alone...
trying to accept that his parents
are never again coming home...
and as I watch I am filled with the greatest sadness
I have ever known...
because the ache in this boy's troubled heart is my own...
by
RobcNkyposted on 01/29/2008
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