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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wasted life now withdrawn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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On Thursday, February 11, 2010, Malcholm Dark
(810)
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.
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On Thursday, February 11, 2010, lupus tenebrae
(872) wrote:
So many times I've felt like this, and this poem summed it up perfectly, keep writing.
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A former member wrote:
So simple yet full.
I look forward to future writings.
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