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Misery
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Misery |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana 
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Oh what misery descends upon me And oh, what things I see which will never be What treasures are left to be found And will heralding horns make their sound? Atlantis lies asleep in its watery grave No more lives nor souls to save No more secret paths through woods to discover Nor ancient relics to recover Oh, what pitiful, miserable wretch Nothing left down the stretch All the lessons have been learned And all the bridges have been burned Too many sunsets wasted And too many salty tears tasted No more innocent hearts unbroken All the lies between the truth are spoken I took all the world would give And yet, still on I live Oh me, pitiful, miserable wretch Misery is all there is, and nothing left |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Too many sunsets wasted And too many salty tears tasted How can I call something beautiful when it leaks such pain? How can I not when it reaches right into my heart? Excellent write, my friend... I particularly love the lines above... I live them. *S* |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
This hurts to read, one of your most powerful poems. |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
~Cheer Up~ although I did enjoy your Misery! ~the poem that is...lol |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
The second stanza stands out in this well written work. |
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