whispers thief

August 19, 2010
I'm a whispers thief
I'm the heathens belief
I'm happiness's grief
Im gonna try and be brief

But i've been left with a wound
And it's a storm that surrounds
But I stand on broken ground
It's the rain that chokes out my sound

I'm on a stage I wasn't given the script
I would perform but I want to stay in my crypt
Cause my wings have been clipped
My teeth ripped

I'm a shell of who I was
I have no perfections only flaws
I walk with no governing laws
All I can do is stop and pause

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Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 26, 2010 at 7:56 pm
Very good rhythm, my friend, and very good poetry. I try, of course, to delve into your meaning. For now, it's a pleasure to watch your words as they go by. Thanks for writing this...
andrewbr replied...
Sept. 28, 2010 at 1:07 am
why thank you. you have some good work too.
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