February 5, 2011
A feeble being
feeding on the sorrow of lives now destroyed
it seems to sting and stab in the most delicate place
to take away raw hope
but that me
my hopes dreams and talents are nothing
who i thought i was i am not
i am no-one
for there is no me
but an empty shell upon this earth
a cold breath bellows-out of the carcass which used to be me
drained of love and beauty
but somehow at ease
tension will build up and suffocate
life difficult for eyes to see

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annahall12 said...
Feb. 21, 2011 at 3:28 pm
love this, very powerful.
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