My Only Regret
My only regret,Is in the ground,
It will never speak,
Or make a sound.
It is broken bad,
Split down the middle,
It's playing my conscious,
Like an old fiddle.
It haunts my dreams,
And makes me cry,
If you ask me,
I'll have to lie.
I'm being rundown,
By the rays of light,
I can't stand it,
This constant fight.
It just won't leave,
It's here to stay,
It's out to kill me,
And it just may.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-10-10 at 22:08
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