Daze gone by,
Mind in hell,
Here I am nothing,
A body,
A shell,
Hated and scorned,
My soul unadorned,
Fury and malice,
I drink from this chalice,
It's fate, I surmise,
As the days slow down,
A heavier heart
In the next cell abounds,
His birthday will come,
We are saying goodbye,
And my day will be next,
The calendar will fly,
The sun will rise,
And minutes draw near,
And the day will bid riddance,
Along with my fear.
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Wow! I can't imagine being
Wow! I can't imagine being that person... having absolutely no consolation and nothing to look forward to. Brutal imagery.
Neither can I, Peter, but
Neither can I, Peter, but being very close to someone who was once there, I have somewhat of an idea. Yes, your right, "earth shattering" to say the least, and especially for the wrongly incarcerated. Thank you for reading and your comment. Happy New Year and best wishes. ♡♥♡
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you very much. Same to
Thank you very much. Same to you and yours. :D
i eenjoyed that it was deep
i eenjoyed that it was deep and real for me
Thank you millyardo..♡♥♡
Thank you millyardo..♡♥♡
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
you had me worried for a
you had me worried for a moinute there that you were in ill health! i SINCERELY HOPE THAT IS NOT THE CASE! great poem! loved every line though it scared me so!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Oh hell no. If I were ill I'd
Oh hell no. If I were ill I'd just say it and whine a little like in my other poem talking about puking...lol.
Merry Merry, Ssmoothie.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "