Date: Saturday, June 8, 1996 12:40pm Forum: Poetry From: PlAsTiC GiRl Msg#: 636728 To: ** ALL ** Re: (1 reply) last night i heard, an angel call, a plea for help, or so it seemed, or maybe it came, from inside of me, disquized in pain, and fear. I rejected the cry, and turned away, the warnings, of disbeleif, and surrounded myself, in the sounds of laughter, and flaoted away with them. In my dreams, I see a face, of some one, so close to me, the tears were shed, in spite of the confessions, that i had said, unfaithfully. The music played, its final note, and the crowd, started to thin, left alone, I retraced the steps, that took me so far from view. The voices call, me to them there, and i look that way, and i'm full of fear, away i turn, and fall to my kness, and wait for my ticket to come. I stepped up in, the crowded path, that lead us all to confrintation, the scenes passed by me, through the foggy windows, as i tried to regain my sanity. Closed the door, and not a word said, to those who's minds inquired, fall into a place, where i am swept away, and the dreams, take over. -AC