Genre Poetry. Page - 159
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who can break my curse? is it you?
Pain of yesterday Pain of yesterday Scares of years Cuts of today The pain lingers Causing it to Cut deeper Scares show The past Telling a sad story Cuts try to Hide the pain
Another for reality of what goes on in my head. Even out of the situation that I was once in, it always revolves in my head wondering 'Why didn't it just end?'
Okay...so truth is I write poems too, I'm not great at it...probably not even good. But hey, what can I say? Sometime I just need to express myself and let the letters pour out of my mind. And when I'm finished I get this. So enjoy.
Someone called me 'sham' in the work place. Shockingly it helped me to realize where I stand in my life now and what things I must learn to improve. As we grow, we learn how to handle words that hurt.
Trudging through Mordor can be all too real an experience, sliding into fantasy from our ordinary lives. Yet even in Mordor, there can be hope - and a song.