This world is dead to me now solace aches
And memories that burn corrupt my thoughts
For I have suffered scorn of your mistakes
Ignoring that, to you, I'm worthless naught
When sunlight brings the day to me I'm weak
And darkness represents my ruptured fear
Still any other time I'm scared to speak
Since every single word is raped for years
Where sanctity was once found, I see woe
And when I seek their comfort I am burnt
For when you broke me, this was where I'd go
Now fouled this place, and memories have learnt
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WOW... 'raped' really brings out something in this poem I'm just not sure what...
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Thank you for three lovely comments on my poems, please send me a message on here when you get this so I remember to return the favour =] I can't do it now because I'm cooking Stew, and I do not want to forget.
People like you, with kind words and thoughtful comments.. You make it almost worth the pain, just so I can write a poem and read what you have to say. =]
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