'BATTERED HEARTS''
Tortured souls on earth we are,
hearts burn so like distant stars.
Suffer through our hopeless lives,
no rest for all us battered wives.
Tormented minds and broken hearts,
spirits pierced like Satan's darts.
So death would be a welcomed breeze,
from all the things he's done to me.
For in death I'll have some peace,
the pain and hurt shall finally cease.
A debt is owed and must be paid,
and God shall have his final say.
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Written July 10th, 2001
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wicked...so much pain & anger expressed...to live in this heartache is so horrible...
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great poem. what a wonderful way to release your pain. keep writing . it helps.
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Truly a sad poem. And a fine one to boot.
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all i can say is great!
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Great ending.
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