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Poem 3
A torn heart,
beating in pain.
The tears are drawn,
falling one by one.
And life;
A broken shell,
cracked and bleeding.
I fall to my knees each night,
praying for a miracle that would never happen.
If happiness if found,
it's discovered as a mirage.
And more pain will be given
and disgrace is upon my torn soul.
Night upon night of restless sleep,
crying and haunting memories.
Anger and rage is hidden within this broken vessel.
To awaken rage will release nothing but death.
A death wished for and asked for.
But it wouldn't happen.
For god wants me to suffer,
to bleed, to be unhappy.
And the regret given to me,
will fall like the blood lost for love.
And they will all suffer.
Then they will know that nothing is happy,
nothing is always good....
Welcome to my world...
Bot you are not welcome to see the real me.
© 2001 Time magazine.
by Antonio Arias aka.
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