I was born a stone’s throw away from this awful temple,
A thorn away from the rotten petals,
A forgotten rebel,
Fell through the cracks of Heaven’s heavy hands,
Neither beloved, believing or benevolent...
...So it’s probably better,
I sold my soul to the devil...
...Never a clear sky until this war is over,
Yet I’m no longer haunted by the bullet,
I put in the head of the porcelain baby, blue-eyed Jesus statue,
Who corrodes,
As he gazes towards the burnt-out Christmas lights,
Along the roof of the condo...
...Between each,
…I stand silent…
Make as you do.
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As he gazes towards the burnt-out Christmas lights,
Along the roof of the condo...
...Between each,
…I stand silent…Well I can understand the scenario of this life here unraveled..you did a great poem here revealing the story of your heart touching the depth of the issed here...The concept is made very clear through the poetic mastery here bringing a kind of the depth of this subject..a great poem indeed...
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nicely written . . shows that you aren't afraid to grow and to learn . . people do change as they go through life and hopefully for the better . . good approach for personal developmen
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