WORLDS OF SORROWS IX

Worlds of sorrows.
No tomorrows.
Mind hollows.
Identity follows.

Freezing cold.
Growing old.
Parkbench life.
Homeless strife.

Coincidental fate.
Everlasting wait.
Psychosis bloom.
Personal doom.

Disgusted gaze.
Outcast haze.
Lonely view.
It could be you!

Mind hollows.
Identity follows.
No tomorrows.
Worlds of sorrows.



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-05-19 at 14:37

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Zoya Zaidi
"Disgusted gaze.
Outcast haze.
Lonely view.
It could be you!"

Gives me the chills1
Ireally love this!
***Hugs Dan!***

Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-05-19


Kathy Lockhart
Yes, you are right! When we pass by those on the park benches and in the shadows of our world, we can place many judgements without knowing the lives we condemn. It just might happen to us. Thank you for writing this mighty series. I don't want it to end. kathy
2006-05-19