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Rotting Circle
Contributed by
NoSaint
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Thursday, 11th January 2007 @ 09:08:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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Broken silence Left to die Under muddy feet Trails of yesterday
Morbid curiosity As crowds wander by See lost souls Broken promises
Who could save? This lost waif From Satans hell Deserted Young
Too late now For his soul Gone in moment No values
Winter snow Falls on grave Metal coffin beneath Hope dashed
Mother weeps Holds son close Father gone Rotten circle repeats
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2007-01-11 09:08:54] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Rotting Circle
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadheadpoet on
Thursday, 11th January 2007 @ 10:17:16 AM AEST (User
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Wow Shari, That seemed so painful to me when I read it. I could feel the chill of that frozen ground and the winter air. Fantastic how you can take someone inside your words.
Thanks for sharing. Peace,
Laura |
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Re: Rotting Circle
(User Rating: 1 ) by yangdantien on
Thursday, 11th January 2007 @ 10:31:03 AM AEST (User
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'Rotten circle repeats...'
That rolled around my head for a while and made me think of 'generational' behaviors that are pretty rotten...
Good Job
Peace
Yangdantien |
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Re: Rotting Circle
(User Rating: 1 ) by PhantomVampyress on
Thursday, 11th January 2007 @ 12:25:06 PM AEST (User
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wow this is a very sad write but its so powerful and the wording is exquiste.. I really enjoyed this piece..
vampyress Jenni |
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Re: Rotting Circle
(User Rating: 1 ) by shelby on
Thursday, 11th January 2007 @ 03:16:29 PM AEST (User
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How true it is my friend, nicely written.
~Michelle~ |
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