" The lost soul "
This barbed wire, around my wrist Digs deeper and deeper, into my skin The blood in my veins Pours down my arm Is this life over has this gone to far....
The blood in my eyes Runs down my face As now, in front of me I see my fate I cry, For the pain Impaled, my weak soul I shall give in I now let go....
The life that I lived Like the rivers of blood It ran all but smooth Got caught in the mud And now it is over My soul is gone I stand their lifeless Were'd I go wrong....
Now look in my eyes See nothing but death The hand of the reaper Upon my head He shall now take me To the worst place of all I shall look down To hell I shall fall....
By: Steven Cooke
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Think not about the time we have left but about the time we Have wasted.
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Synopsis
This is a poem I wrote When i was feeling down and depressed and needed to get my feelings out. I felt restrained from the world, and thought this was the best way to get my feelings out to the world.
A Word from the Writer
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