Ragweed: Okay, this is a little poem I wrote at 1:30am. Basically it is about Jack's twisted mind.
Jack: I am still very angry with you about this.
Ragweed: I know, but I think I did it justice.
Jack: Yeah right.
Ragweed: Well, here it is, hope you enjoy it. And please review.
_________________________________________________________________________________________Gone like a brittle leaf,
Cast out over the seas,
Salt and water soaked soil,
Choking the spiny trees.
--0--
Everything is wet and cold,
Constricted with mist and haze,
And the world is grey and faded,
In a suspended and endless daze.
--0--
Sometimes it is like a dream,
And other times as clear as day,
But the fog ever-surrounding,
Never does it go away.
--0--
Life is hell, even those unlike me,
People come and people go,
Salt and blood mixing together,
The burden of life that it has bestowed.
--0--
Life dose not end when we wish it,
We end when Life wishes us gone,
And we can only watch, unfeeling,
As the blood pours from the sunning dawn.
--0--
So breath each moment,
That Life sees you fit to have,
For as easy as you wake each morn,
Life can bestow on you its wrath.
--0--
And in the daze, of cold and faded,
The snap of her sails brings me back,
And the wind of Life is ever cold,
For it is the warmth that is lacks.
--0--
And with the helm in my grasp,
The mist of my life clears away,
And all is right for the moment,
And there is bloodless sun dawning today.
~Ragweed
