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A little poem I wrote that's about reflecting on life.

Submitted:Aug 12, 2012    Reads: 28    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

"The Past"

On the edge of sorrow,

Mind draws a blank,

Feeling of numbness is constant,

Screams of yesterday is loud and clear.

May the past only whisper,

But knowing too well it will scream,

Scream my name for all too hear.

Wipe the water beneath my feet,

And may I not drown myself,

In a bed of tears.
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