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My Fickle Fight
Contributed by
kayald
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Thursday, 22nd April 2004 @ 10:57:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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My musicless grave
Is waiting in the darkness
It calls my name
As I attempt to sleep
With unclosed eyes
And a pounding heart
They know nothing
And they will remain clueless
As I hold to my silence
My racing blood
Creates this screen of happiness
To hide my hurt pain tears
All I can hear is my epithet crying for an answer
And my presence to fill its shallow tomb
How can I die without trying?
How can I erase this scar?
My expectations are laid for me
In a concrete trap that will forever contain
All my dreams and all the love
That has left me wanting
They have imprisioned me for changing
So now I speak lies of unheard motions
That conceal my transformation
As they nod in false comprehension
I am the only one who can set me free
Copyright ©
kayald
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2004-04-22 10:57:15]
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Re: My Fickle Fight
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by Remy on
Thursday, 22nd April 2004 @ 01:49:49 PM AEST
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angry drivel in your thought process seems to go well in sorting your things out... i like this write, contemplative and well-composed. ;0)
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