My Soul, A Song Unsung

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Finding yourself again after something happens to you.

Submitted: July 20, 2012

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Submitted: July 20, 2012



From grave stone roses I rise,

a half drawn Angel in gossamer blue.

I eat the darkness like french fries,

and give The Devil his due.


Moonlight gives memory  to my pain,

burrowing crop circles in my heart.

I sell my  sanity  in the rain

and display my sins like  fine art.


The temporary ghosts of love devour,

words jagged on a Demons tongue.

A clockwork heart bleeds the hour,

my soul a song unsung.


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