Anger's Grip

October 15, 2012
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Bruised skin, quivering lip

Hiding from anger's grip

Deep in the ditch you lay

Soon a price is to pay

Harm, you self-inflict

You became an addict

The things you once cherished

Are all gone, dead, perished

Such a beautiful face

But it went to waste

Such a lovely soul

Fell down a deep, dark hole

All over one mistake

You drowned in the deepest lakes

An angry lake called hate

And we were all too late

They were out to lie, cheat

Bully, hurt and mislead

You are dead and gone

But your legacy will live on

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Matt said...
Nov. 17, 2012 at 5:59 am
Amazing poem, so well written with a clear point :)
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