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This war is mine

Poetry By: Kalika997

I made this up when I was fed up of being critised by people just because I'm different.

Submitted:Apr 9, 2012    Reads: 38    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

I lay upon this bed of thorns,

My blood has stained the white roses red,

You stand beside me and scorn,

But I won't surrender until I'm dead,

I will fight and scream until the end,

You cannot silence my will,

As I wish, hope and dream, the silent prayers I send,

I know my message will conquer all,

The trials and tribulations I went through will not be in vain,

For as we all know,

You canot avoid the stain,

Of a tainted soul and fading light,

I am far from losing this fight.


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