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closet boxes 2002 Love is something known by few
while hate is known by all
we all wish to stand alone
but in the end we crawl.
Innocence does never last
purity had no chance
people know only pure lust
forget of old romance.
Happiness has long been lost
despair rules all the land
hope is something unheard of
as petty men demand.
Truth defined by those with gold
justice by the same
envy kills the righteous few
while others pass the blame.
Ignorance is commonplace
anger fills their hearts
desperation makes them mad
and with it they can't part.
Honor is a memory
kept by those long dead
grief is what is felt by me
while on this path were lead.
After critiquing one of my poems previously, I decided to have a look at your portfolio. There were so many poems, I decided to randomly click on one, and I come across probably the best piece of poetry I've read this year. It overshadows anything I've written, and looking at some of your others, this is truly amazing. You've got a real talent for this. Well done.
"Truth defined by those with gold
justice by the same
envy kills the righteous few
while others pass the blame."
that part rocks
"Truth defined by those with gold
justice by the same
envy kills the righteous few
while others pass the blame."
that part is great but the last line isn't strong enough
ash
Much Love
Ashley