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Uncover

Contributed by Bsteel on Wednesday, 1st March 2006 @ 12:59:17 AM in AEST
Topic: AmericanTragedy



Uncover
Like Lockes missing pages,
I rhyme off its back for the ages,
Like unlocking magic,
I cant stop, I cant quit,
Mystery is sweet yet tragic,
As I stand here perplexed,
I find myself on a quest,
What can I write to peacefully unite,
My body feels speared by an iron spike,
In this eerie interlude we call life,
Where nothings usually wrong,
But nothings usually right,
Its like I lost my soul, a long time ago,
And I'm just now heading home,
Im in the fog, Im out of the zone,
I beg dont let me be another statistic getting thrown,
Into a black hole,
Where there is no return,
Stigmatized by a mental illness nobody can concretely defend nor cure,
I make a stand with my only armor being love and trust,
Sometimes it feels like the armor leaves me vulnerable,
Trying to, it only covers half my heart for the other side is dark,
For it was ripped by a lady now it flows down my arm,
But still I hold my own,
My Louisville still shatters bone,
Just to bring home the point,
That nobody can hold me to their form,
I paint my own picture, so leave me alone,
As I must break through,
This inner interlude, and illuminate some of Gods clues.






Copyright © Bsteel ... [ 2006-03-01 00:59:17]
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Re: Uncover (User Rating: 1 )
by NoSaint on Wednesday, 1st March 2006 @ 08:05:45 AM AEST
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At the end of the day we are left alone w/ ourselves...we much each search within and make our own peace w/ God...

NS


Re: Uncover (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Wednesday, 1st March 2006 @ 12:22:23 PM AEST
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so very emotional. we grow from times of hardships and become a stronger person in the end. This is an incredible honest write. I appreciate that.
Michelle




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