Bags Of Sin
Dumpster diving,Down in my soul,
Trash as black,
As fresh charcoal,
I dig through bags,
That stink with sin,
Search for hope,
There's none within,
A heart so cold,
From times I've had,
Sunken eyes,
Rest in this bag,
Open this one,
Only to find,
Hateful thoughts,
Control my life,
Another bag,
Tore at the seam,
Stores my pain,
Some moans and screams,
I'm still digging,
But I've lost hope,
I've found filth,
Don't waste your soap,
It won't come clean,
I often scrub,
Heart grown cold,
It's lost it's love,
Out the dumpster,
Slowly I climp,
Save some bags,
For the next time.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2009-05-15 at 16:33
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