Mirrored Perfection
Standing Alone
Blank empty stare
That could cut
To the bone
Hate that is hidden
Beneath all the scars
No shackles, no chains
Prison cell with no bars
Escape is no option
My sentence is life
Heart could stop beating
Ending all of the strife
Silence the heart beat
Cold as a stone
Lost and forgotten
To die all alone!
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a cold poem that offer a balance of strong hate and sorrow, something at one point we all can relate too. for me i many be lost but i wish at time i could be forgotten, keep it flowing
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Thanks so much for reading. My writings seems to show alot of sorrow, cold and forgotteness. You are not alone my friend. I share that feeling with you.
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