Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Jess, Nov 15, 2006.

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  1. Jess

    Jess Guest

    Existed, and Nothing else
    Placed her hopes and dreams high on a shelf
    Lost and hurt, cheated and dismayed
    This game called life, She refused to play
    Staring down at the hand of which she was dealt
    Hopeless to change what it is that she felt
    Forced to continue by something far stronger
    Not wishing to keep playing in this game any longer
    Weakened from the inside, broken heart
    Emotions ran rampant, tearing her apart
    A child damaged and broken in life
    So young, so weighed down with heartache and strife
    Alone, looking for answers on a cold dreary night
    Praying someday that even she would see the light

    I know it's not good.. and not really finished.. but.. eh. I keep writing..
  2. NEVER be finished writing!!!


  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    awesome poem :arms:
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