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Wretchedly Forlorn

Poetry By: Romano

True love is ever evasive in the minds of those whom care for it not, yet this is the end result of love never found

Submitted:Nov 20, 2012    Reads: 0    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I have this emptiness with me

A void filled I feel will never be

I lay slumber deep in my misery

Battle wounds of affliction socially

Inner thoughts of wrong choices mentally

Crippled balances of hand stands physically

Demon posses full of carnal stress spiritually

Slurred speech full of venom verbally

Continuous angles of detours help hazardly

Slip ups and trips from temptation sexually

Believe it or not you'd think I'd go insane

This is just a small piece I carry on my brain

Trust me there are many other things

You ask what may they be

Me committing homicidal suicide daily


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