how much can one take
before the passion burns out
when not even the scent of hope is sensed
the stale stench of agony ever lingers
only clinging to the all familiar pain
that rages inside
all which once was buried
digs and knaws
like a chained dog
begging to be free
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Wow, very dark and full of imagery. You have said alot in this piece. Thanks for sharing.
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thanks again VG
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Nothing weird about it, we all have our moments I suppose. Thanks for reading.....Z
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I don't not know why but this hit me hard.. It was like.. how my emotions just reacted to how "same" this write is and how I'm feeling..lol. May sound weird but
.. Thanks much for sharing..
Angel
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