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            Life can be so unfair, dealing cards many can't bare. Tension between every smile grief behind every tear, nothing left we choose not to care.

Every look holds a secret deep inside which locks and keeps us.

We are prisoners in our own body. Praying for an escape that has become our hobby.

In tombed in the silence that is so loud. Dreaming of a way just to stand out. So fragile and afraid as memories fade. Holding on to what could be our last day.

Laughter upon the deaf, smiles beyond the frowns. Dirt beyoned the grave, sinking. with every sound.

Magnificent masterpiece come to life, bring forth the damned that have long since died.

Confused in a daze hoping for tomorrow to hold brighter day.

Living life day by day , wanting to quite but were cursed to stay.

Kingdom of heaven rain on me bring the glory I need to be free.

Trapped I am and so are you, trapped together in this one big tomb.

 

                                               

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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

deathsolo’s Poems (17)

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Falling away from you 1
Please don't go 0
She forgot who she was 1
what you have made me 0
Miss you 1
To 0
Deeper 0
she 2
confussed 4
Dream big, smile small 3
To live, to love, to hurt, to cry 1
were no more 0
Day 1
Love me for me 1
DARK 1
Trapped 0
Giving In 2