I stand within
This field of fire
Waiting for angels
To take me higher
In the grasp
Of demons I lay
Leading the word
Of the devil to stay
Freedom is just
A word I hear
I have grown my whole life
Learning to fear
That believe is to know
To know is to believe
To trust no one else
Cuz friends can deceive
The torn paper hope
And glass shattered dreams
Silent mute voices
Lost within screams
Lonely dark path
Crystal ice rain
Slow echoed steps
Dagger thrown pain
Broken dark heart
Buried inner strife
Forgotten happy notes
This is my life
~Kay~
A contest entry
- A Good Old Poem, from younger years by Violinstrings.
650 points, ended November 15, 2008, 32 entries
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Comments
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neat
it is written very nicely
I love the theme
and the content
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