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memories unpast, child's whisper
untold stories, no more glitter
i stare and cry, vision blurred
but to turn away, voices slurred
and when i move my mind sobs tears of injustice
realization that naught is free and fair... alone
stunned an broken, mighty depression
i think I'm hated, or such is the impression
people try kindle me with kindness
only to see naught, such is blindness
leave me be, wander alone
cradle of revelation, hatred and moan
- by Le_Witness |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/12/2008 |
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- Title: A past of Sin
- Artist: Le_Witness
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Description:
A poem that holds alot of meaning, and will be clear to any of those that have felt this same emotion. Thank you for reading,and i do hope you continue to enjoy my writing.
Cheers - Date: 12/12/2008
- Tags: past
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Buttercup Veela - 03/30/2009
- oh yes. . . brings back sooo many sorrowful memories. . . exquisitely written, and i appluad u on ur sentence fluency!
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