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ever see grace in a world of hate
ever see grace in a world of hate
ever felt the warmth of the sun on a cold winter night
ever watch the moon and think seems so far
Is that what the moon people say about mars
some look at me and see a walking disaster
some say my mistake was a sin
well if it was then love is a sin
the cold eyes and scars remind them of their fears
for I'm nothing close to the version sold from the pulpit
I've been dreaming of the one I no longer have by my side
one of a handful of simple pleasures left to me
forged in darkness guided by broken promises
and shattered dreams
I am a prisoner of all the yesterdays
I stole these words from a dictionary
just to tell you how I hide the pain
within the covers of my dark poetry
I guess I'm my best when I'm at my worst
painting with oil based words what Picasso couldn't
ever see grace in a world of hate
ever felt the warmth of the sun on a cold winter night
~ D Donner ~
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Depth of feelings are dark and lonely. I like the words stolen from a dictionary & "oil based words". It is easy to get inside these images. The poem is equal to the longing. Well sculpted poem. - allets -