Saturday, 26 April 2008

Poem 2

Feeling the gravity of hate pulling me in,
Battling the curse that lies inside.
Fearing that the bullet of kaos will strike my soul,
Struggling to unlock this open door.
Alone in this crowded pit of disease,
Wanting to fly in the feilds of content.
Being clean in the sea of happiness,
When will the terror escape my mind?

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