Open Poetry #37 |
Past |
Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
Past Dedicated to my lost childhood My mind is slipping from its hinges. My heart is ripping from the ridges of its bind. Thwart my tongue, but take not my voice. My thoughts remain unsung, but it is my choice. My heart may be empty, but it is mine to be hollow. I may walk to my demise, but it my path to follow. Render me not dead, for so much is left unsaid. I live to be free and I die an unknown. Though I am an outcast. My past is still alone. Momma says, "Life... is like a box full of chocolates, you never know when you're gonna get one with a nut in it". |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
there is always that "second childhood"~~ M |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
Don't know if someone finds your poetry they will most likey say this person is now a famous poet |
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Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
Thanks nakdthoughts, I'm sure there is. Thanks Redstone, but I am content with being nobody, lol. |
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