Sorely doth my heart beat so
That I, in this state of purest comisery
Am forced towards the abandon of that which I held dearest
And am very nearly so driven in the way of insanity
That no longer can I truly distinguish
Those thoughts I claim my own
From those placed upon the conscience by those below
Author notes
This is what happens when I write poetry at a rediculously late hour of the evening
Please tell me what you think
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Great Write!
I really like it.... THe flow is great and the word choice is excellent! I Really like it!!!
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