The Devious Trap

By , Oelwein, IA
In my family I feel like...
A worthless,unknown,uncared for bit of trash!
My shoulders are the holder of burdens
In a house of misery
My heart of stone
unaffected by the moon of beautiful diamond
The ropes of hatred bind me tight
Love is bitter and my tears are a
waterfall
In this world of devious traps
A bottle of kisses form those you love
Except these are the kisses of death
The love ends
Yet the hatred remains
As I laid down to rest
The kiss they gave the kiss of death





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addictivereader said...
Apr. 17, 2012 at 1:25 pm

This poem is really deep and make you stop and think. i love th illusions you use and I think you have great potential to become a great and renounced poet because, like i could tell through your poem, you really understand pain.

Keep Writing!

 
SacredAngel92 replied...
Jul. 3, 2012 at 8:46 pm

Thank you I truly appreciate that! Poetry has always been my escape to true life events!

 

 
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