Shannon Snyder

Rookie (07-17-1994 / Anaheim)

Access - Poem by Shannon Snyder

Access to death
Is near enough to taste
The faith within each breath
The time that passes by
The blood begins to dry
From one feeling to the next
From one tear dropp on the floor

The salt leaves a ring
You leave nothing
A death without a meaning
A breath without oxygen
A life not worth living
Faith unable to fill the hole
Never understanding

How to fill the well, till full
Always feeling empty
Nothing is missing
Never prevailing dreams
Never achieving goals,
Wash them down the drain
With the rest of the pain

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 7, 2010

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