http://slow.writerscafe.org/fate77 The original writings of author Ishmael Free en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776076950 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A vague spectacle of hopeA weak twinkle of a brighter starMerrier days when I can copeAll fading like a red duskCan I imagine a happier place?A freer land?Leaving without a traceThis world of mere waiting to dieWhere every space, every atomBears nothing but death so nighEach minute. Each secondEach .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fate77/906935/ My life. Tear it from me. Snatch it from my fingertips. Rape it. Degrade it. Worthlessness.The pathetic, loathesome, disgusting and decaying clump of filth. Every day another agony. Another sharp, fatal pang. Erect my grave. Kill me. Spit on it. Bury me there. In the mud. In the dirt. In the eternal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fate77/894134/