Open Poetry #27 |
Last Hope For Life |
Deep_Inside Member
since 2002-02-14
Posts 377i can't stop hiding |
something seen from the other side of my life hidden away tucked in a corner the meat of my life hidden away saved from grotesque reality that has smothered me every inch of what I know as reality something to go back to for innocence hidden in the dripped candle wax a trail of my past, blackened blackened by every bad thing that has happened, impurities I can’t have the last, sainted the last of what I could have been the last of all I was my last hope for life |
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