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Burned Hollow

Poetry By: Desrock

Living with consequences of decisions....

Submitted:Aug 5, 2013    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Decisions as I climb the wall...
given no choice, try not to fall.
What gets me up will make me tall...
My grip is getting weak, give in to it all.

Decisions so relevant,
on things out of control.
Not out of my hands ...
just chaos uncontrolled.
They say don't live for tomorrow,
But today's flames are burning me hollow.
The flames of yesterday...
The flames of tomorrow...
Invading my day, burning me hollow


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