The Gate

December 17, 2010
By Artist-of-Words GOLD, Pittsfield, Massachusetts
Artist-of-Words GOLD, Pittsfield, Massachusetts
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Theres a gate
not far away
but by that gate
i dare not play
because that gate
sends chills,
sickening thrills
I hate that gate
the shadows haunt me
skeletons creeping
my memories taunt me
my past was daunting
Now flaunting my mind
wait deeper i find
a spark of passion
some hope inside
my life flashing
before my eyes
mental being crashing
i/ losing /y /ind

The author's comments:
first of all / = m at the end

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