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Blindly I followed

Enchanted by your words

You led me by the hand

Into a dark and lonely world.



You let my hand go

But said you were right there

Then I tripped and fell

I could feel the angry air.



The ground came at me so fast (so fast)

And when I asked for help

My plea's were met with silence

Because you'd left me at long last.



--Nicole A. Bauta

**This is an older poem of mine, but I just found it and so I'm posting it. I finished writing it over a year ago, and started over two years before that...



The is a red trail

I walk it slowly and alone

Pondering my thoughts and feelings

And wondering how to get home.



I took a wrong turn

And ended up here

I was afraid of my reflection

And ran from my fears.



The trail is long

And neverendingly thin

Like a razor blad cut the road

Or perhaps a needle or pin.



This trail leads me to a cemetary

I can see it through the mists

And nothing is more relieving

than these red trails decorating my wrists.



--Nicole A. Bauta

(10.28.07)



(A quick side note; This poem is emo the the extreme, but it called out to me, and I've since learned to not ignore when one of my works (be it a poem, story, or photograph) jumps at me, so I posted it.)

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NoctusAngelusProcella
14:19 Nov 28 2009

and your words call out to me, very well penned. it reminds me of the path we take to suicide and reaching the cross roads to death or life

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