Past I use to pour out my pain,
In Blood,
But now I do it with a pen full of rain,
In Inkful mud,
Torn by the past,
Mistakes,
My future comes so fast,
Leaving past to fake,
Pouring out pain,
It is my escape,
Freeing to gain,
From emotional rape,
Once grounded by fear,
I lived in a grave,
I use to shed a hollow tear,
But with my words I can be brave,
Darkness touches me,
The taste is unbearable,
It blinded my eyes, I can not see;
Abuse incomparable,
Now all I have is my pen,
Pouring out my soulful ink,
This is not a sin,
It is just where I have been
Let go of the past,
Pain left on page,
Though the suffering seems to last,
It is a journey of peace I engage
Author notes
Option 3
A contest entry
- heartbreaker by ExpectingMommy18.
550 points, ended September 22, 2007, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I like this poem,you have done a wonderful job expressing your words here
Once grounded by fear,
I lived in a grave,
I use to shed a hollow tear,
But with my words I can be brave
I think this is my fav stanza, good luck in the contest.
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Thank you so much. I am glad you enjoyed it. I worked my heart off in this one.
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wow this is amazing you did a wonderful job of wirting it and expressed yourself very good...at first it was a little confusing but then i got the picture...it was a good write...thank you for entering and good luck in the contest!!
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