The Rusty Pen

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Deleted SKU, Mar 28, 2016.

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  1. Deleted SKU

    Deleted SKU Well-Known Member

    The darkness twists like scars on wrists
    Until the flood banks open once again
    The river slowly flows through tight fists
    And in that hand held what could have been
    Some brutal truth that wont be hid
    No game in blaming what has gone
    May be a bit of a bitter kid
    But I'm better rid of that same old song
    Redemption lost and forgotten truly
    Naught left but a broken epitaph
    Of a better path in this world unruly
    Except for death and it's aftermath
    In the hearts of those who still abide
    In the former life, rife with questions
    Whose answers now left on the other side
    To hearts as wide as eyes have mentioned
     
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