(a/n: modified, found better last word. replaced "grace" with "days")
that what i had
most were unable to recognize
a curse, a burden?
or a blessing, a hope?
i find myself pondering
at this very moment
is it evil, or is it holy?
only to counteract
that i have no god, i believe not.
my body, my soul, have no sign
with which to finally find
a reason to live, a reason to die,
a reason to find a sparkle in eyes.
it is all dull, all grey,
so i suppose i'll stay
in this dreadful place
until some kind soul may
finally save my days.
Poetry by Tristan L.
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Written on 2007-07-08 at 18:40
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it took so long to realizethat what i had
most were unable to recognize
a curse, a burden?
or a blessing, a hope?
i find myself pondering
at this very moment
is it evil, or is it holy?
only to counteract
that i have no god, i believe not.
my body, my soul, have no sign
with which to finally find
a reason to live, a reason to die,
a reason to find a sparkle in eyes.
it is all dull, all grey,
so i suppose i'll stay
in this dreadful place
until some kind soul may
finally save my days.
Poetry by Tristan L.
Read 448 times
Written on 2007-07-08 at 18:40
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