The voices...
In darkness we lay,in sadness we stay,
we pray everyday,
to have the last say,
The light shall shine through,
Through darkness through you,
Though all of us knew there was none left to do...
The voices...
In darkness we lay,stever commented on The voices...
01-14-2010
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
The voices... | 1 | 01/14/2010 |
This is where the Darkness starts...-inc omlete |
0 | 01/14/2010 |
your love for me. | 1 | 01/10/2010 |
why do I feel so alone? | 1 | 01/10/2010 |
Violated. | 1 | 01/10/2010 |
Show me how. | 1 | 01/10/2010 |
Open your eyes... | 3 | 01/10/2010 |
how do you make my heart thunder? | 0 | 01/10/2010 |
Depression. | 0 | 01/10/2010 |
Choices | 1 | 01/10/2010 |
Blood everywhere... | 0 | 01/10/2010 |
Alone | 0 | 01/10/2010 |
A pain youv'e never felt... | 0 | 01/10/2010 |
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