| Open Poetry #6 |
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Servant of life |
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devil_tongue Member
since 2000-03-02
Posts 50 |
I dwell admist the haze, Of melancholy emotions. The dark shadows lean taller, And conceal my wounded face. The stench of misery, Sends ripples up my nose. Disgracing what was a human, But is now a ghastly creature. Memories taunt my shattered heart, And pull the strings attatched. I am a mere puppet now, A despondent flask of life. |
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Esmeralda Ponsonby Member
since 2000-04-02
Posts 138 |
Wow, such intensity, and well written, I could see the strings at the end. Awesome piece of writing. |
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devil_tongue Member
since 2000-03-02
Posts 50 |
Thanks for the reply. ![]() |
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