Teen Poetry #9 |
Jargon 2.0 |
Falling rain
since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178Small town, Illinois |
When times get hard I say a prayer That one day I'll wish for air And see it vanish from my lung While I keep quiet. Hold my tongue. For life isn't what they say As you go along your day To find yourself broken in the dust While passers by let you rust I might be bitter and so strain Sometimes i ignore the pain But when i feel insecure I wish again for something pure For in my past I have sin Fell down times.loss not win. But tell me when your in that dust How can you never rust? |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
Something about oil and polishing to avoid rust. Beautifully captured. “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.” -Henry David Thoreau |
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