My Life

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    My Life

    My life is but a whirl wind of sorrow and shame...
    Shards of metal, like knifes, lodge in my brain...
    I walk through this...
    Screams calling my name...
    Unfazed i go on...
    Displacing the pain...

    Alone on this dark road tattered and torn...
    These voices of the forlorn… I try to ignore...
    They call to me "save me" but yet I refrain...
    I live with the suffering...I live with the blame...

    This wind tears through me like a blade through my chest...
    This constant agony...
    My spirit won't rest...

    A light's in the distance...
    Is this a test...?
    It's the Front Gates Of Hell...
    I died from the stress...

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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