Burdened
My smiles are smiled but
Smiled slowly.
Eyes dead
Mind burdened
Words from my mouth go
Unheard
Slashes of the pen are angrily made
Across the paper
Stolen from me were many
Memories
I go in search of the
Truth
My printed words are personalized
Can you see your name imprinted
On the private space?
Between the lines
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Burdened | 2 | 05/26/2009 |
| Sins Of My Parents | 4 | 05/26/2009 |
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