Open Poetry #11 |
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Rosebud1229 Senior Member
since 2000-04-05
Posts 1813North Carolina |
Bombarded by thoughts Dangling, twisting obscure, Embedded in the veins, Tormented, mind oblique, How can all be merry, When darkness hovers, Screams fill the air, No morrow for to share, War upon the soul, Forever goes untold. Sickness invades the passages, Envading the very life source, Feeding, indulging, coming back for more, Yet to breath Seems so foreign to the heart, Heaviness takes hold, Boldly takes from, Never giving, Until, The end. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
When darkness hovers, Screams fill the air, No morrow for to share, War upon the soul, Forever goes untold. this was very heavy and dark...and all alone... sighing ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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Rosebud1229 Senior Member
since 2000-04-05
Posts 1813North Carolina |
yes I guess it was sometimes even the darkest thoughts have a glimmer hiding. |
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