Endless Tragedy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about iner confusion in ones mind.

Were given gifts and prety words

Never doubting others but our selfs

Silently hiding from outside

Inside the pits of endless ego that we hold.

Holding names as gold treating souls as spares

Like wrights we wonder endlessly carrying pain,

Leaving trails of endless tears and blood

Just to fill one hole we dig another

And yet why we dig if we can go straight

Why we hide if we can be brave.

Submitted: April 04, 2012

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I'm glad you put a few punctuation marks coz it adds to the form of your poem. Although, you misspelled some words. Keep writing!

Sun, April 8th, 2012 12:58pm


Well to be fair i´m very bad at gramar and my word dosn´t fix the misstakes for some reason though I`am thankfull for fair cirtisism

Sun, April 8th, 2012 1:04pm

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