My War
Silence
An unspoken woe
Fear
The common belief
Dark twilight
Looking to the life
Our lost self
Fading into red
A luminary
The signal
When it has begun
None have lived
Forgive all the sins
Once was there
Now been sent to hell
The Devil grins
Where was I
What could he have done
Oh my God
You are my excuse
Hate
The unknown passion
Life
The yearning for you
WinterFrost commented on My War
10-09-2009
10-08-2009
SuperChick76 commented on My War
10-08-2009
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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