Spent all my time thinking
"Will this ever end?"
Spent all my nights with eyes closed deep
with the right hand to the father,
my left around this glass noose
In the arms of chance
It's hard, with every release from these fingers
May I find some peace tonight
Escape from one days madness
Keep me in my mothers arms
You're in her loving arms,
youre in her loving grace
I keep on telling myself its at his
hand you stay its in her arms you pray
And yet I spent all my time thinking
"Will this ever End?"...
I would love to hear some feedback on my poem...thanx =D
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I keep on telling myself its at his
hand you stay its in her arms you pray
And yet I spent all my time thinking
"Will this ever End?"...
We all are living in this night my friend..and the mode of your struggle and dillema belongs to every one..a universal work is here... -
This is a good write. I especially enjoyed the ending. A very nice job. Shancy.
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I'd be interested to know what motivated you to write this. Thanks for sharing.
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Your should be you're.
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