Purify, by Anthony Cardon Subscribe to rss feed for Anthony Cardon 

My house crumbles.

Water rushes through.

My face sees only bubbles.

Oh, where are they...my worries?

Have they washed away, too?

How foolish I was

To think of myself so pitifully.

I never fortold this flood,

This baptismal catastrophe.
Posted: 2008-01-15 12:33:23 UTC
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2008-01-10 03:46:34Sheila
I can relate to this poem.

2008-06-12 02:11:03Anthony Cardon
Sheila- Thank you for being able to relate :)