Steam

By Virgils Vigil

We all want to leave our mark,
On this earth, cold and dark.
We don't want to get left behind,
Ripped and torn from the grind.
Oh how they scream but no one hears,
Like the steam it disappears.

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Published on Sunday, May 8, 2011. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

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Comments on "Steam"

On Tuesday, May 10, 2011, Ladyhawke (392) wrote:

I DO like it that it kinda leaves you in the end. Kinda like steam lol. But in a way, it doesnt just leave you, it has ended, in its own way. But, no, really. This is an excellent write. I love it, and wouldn't change a thing. The imagery is what I love the best. Write on:)
On Monday, May 9, 2011, Virgils Vigil (74) wrote:

Good advice. I always keep that in mind.