All my loves,
Long since lost.
Praying to a new hope,
An ideal that others have tossed
To release,
A surpressed emotion.
To put in words,
My next crazy notion.
I write for myself
I write for others
To sway an audience
Passing their chills and shudders
Why I write,
I cannot say
I unique like that
I'm called weird anyway
A contest entry
- Another Anything At All Contest by Poetic Rage.
375 points, ended August 15, 2007, 132 entries
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