waste

By Forsaken Me

great sorrow spreads upon
   this wasted life now withdrawn

crawl upon these broken dreams
   as sharp reality tears threw me

shredded pieces fall away
   festering wounds of decay

as i kneel i hear a sigh
   from my throat as i cry

desolate eyes a barren waste
   my thought's hang on
to this life i hate

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Copyright 2010 Forsaken Me/briandaniels/rudolph
Published on Thursday, February 11, 2010.     Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"
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  • Malcholm Dark On Thursday, February 11, 2010, Malcholm Dark (806)By person wrote:

    a dark cry of sorrow, short but sweet. I saw one thing you can fix. with and drawn need put together as one. write on.

  • lupus tenebrae On Thursday, February 11, 2010, lupus tenebrae (860)By person wrote:

    So many times I've felt like this, and this poem summed it up perfectly, keep writing. Scholar

  • A former member wrote: So simple yet full. I look forward to future writings. Scholar

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