short poem - untitled 1

I AM A MAN WITHOUT A SOUL WITHOUT A MIND TO DREAM UPON AND HOPE I AM A LONELY MAN WITH STRUGGLES THAT EXTEND BEYOND THE SORROWS OF NORMAL MAN I AM BUT A CHILD IN GOD'S EYES LOOKING TOWARDS SALVATION BUT ALWAYS FINDING DAMNATION A MAN HATED IN A COLD TWISTED WORLD.

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Ow..... that's painful reading, I can only imagine how it must feel for you. I hope it helped you feel better, at least a little. ~K~