Thinking thoughts,
A burdened soul
Once had life.
No longer whole.
Fires burning�
�Manmade hell.
Wanting peace
Yet yearning to yell
At the unfair world
So unjust.
Feeling the flame.
Turning to dust.
Wandering mind.
Body feels old.
Heart is warm
Yet soul is cold.
Wanting to climb,
Taking the blame.
There is still life.
Extinguishing the flame.
Leaving hell
And demons behind.
Soothing quiet�
�Insane mind.
� Kathee Tschudy, December 20, 1997.
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