Open Poetry #22 |
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Grieving Free |
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GOlDsparklESS Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 428central nj |
I’ve been running like a sentence Never begun I’ve been searching for a way To let you know… On clouds surreal, I feel “There’s nothing left to fill the spaces…” There are different degrees of dying, From the intentional ingesting of toxins, to traps of woeful mental misery. These are the scars of war, the result of a battle waged against An insanity we call American Culture. Dysfunctional. Systematic. Denial. He’s drowning in his tears. I see worth unraveling profusely, Flooding a tender heart relentless with undeserved, unceasing abuse. Soul’s Cry. This isn’t freedom. A lack of belief In worth inherent Shatters sanctums where Serenity resides. I weep. Echoing truth with the fury of flames inspiring a sunrise of soul psalms. O' to be delivered from the realm of the rational into pure song... |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
WOW!! This is wonderfully written. Very nicely done. ![]() |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Beautiful Cold hands means a warm heart |
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GOlDsparklESS Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 428central nj |
hehe, thanks ![]() Earth laughs in flowers. |
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