Time

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by MoAnamCara, Feb 14, 2014.

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  1. MoAnamCara

    MoAnamCara SF Artist

    Time passes
    But the hurt lives on.
    Days, weeks, months and years
    The memories still bring me to tears.

    A longing for peace
    Inexplicably eludes this soul.
    Slicing, drinking and ingesting
    All to try and achieve some self-control.

    The time is coming
    When all history is about to be gone.
    On that day the only remains
    Will be an empty shell, declared insane.
     
  2. Twocky61

    Twocky61 Banned Member

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