Dark Poetry #4 |
Grace |
For_Never Member
since 1999-10-27
Posts 125Cincinnati, oh, United States of America |
Grace; I have ran a long while locked inside a prison of acceptance and belief in concert. doubt, fear, and resignation in turn forged each chain, each bar, and finally, in the languid solitude of my soul I found the tool of extradition within mine own scarred soul I witnessed as the pain that once tore me asunder came forth to cut the bonds the held fast Anguish is a sorry savior, forced, more than grasped… yet save me it did, my fetters it fell away Thus I owe a debt of honor to my new captive. I feel for a new loss, one that the fire has consumed yet regain a past triumph, long since thought lost and so I raise my new born understanding high and give sacrifice to that with gave me new birth and to all on high I shun to those below, I reach a hand for I know why I even care I thank you my suffering, for being there. till then, Edd "..Hello...is there anyone out there?..." |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Yeah suffering... at least the big guarantee is that no matter what, the bigger always pushes the smaller away. Nice poem. Satan decelveth and cause women to watch Operah... |
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