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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An endless memory we all have, for it has a purpose, a meaning Questions bloom in our hearts as to why things happen the way they do The path I walk truly takes me all around, smile and cries, doubts a few But allow me to answer my question to you, can you hear me speaking? I can still taste the light, the ugly bright that blinded the eye I wept, a different place it was, cold and vast in size, and I no longer was alone Another person held me high it seemed, and across she was my mother, O' joy was in her cry New feeling came about, I felt weak to all, I no longer felt protected by the a wall of stone Growing up was even harder, born into a poor family, my luxuries were limited, but I tried Finding my self as the center of most jokes, I truly did drop my hear out and it cried All along that road lost I was, with a million questions in mind, yet no one to seek for an answer My dreams became my escape, the only strength I did have was hope her self all in anger Life turns just as fast as it begins to walk its path Little did I know it be I to feel a truly hurtful wrath I saw many hearts shatter like glass falling on concrete into a thousand bits Black hearts walk all over, purple they turn as life hits Period. A new chapter, 21 years old a new me born writer a poet? Born a servant? Born a writer? Born to write poetry in His service A new path given to my feet, where it can walk free of pain from a thorn Dreams follow, hope walks ahead, but my faith holds hands with my heart A flower awaits, her petals ever so green Beauty lives in her, astonishing sight, a more beautiful soul I have never seen I a lost seed, wish to grow along her side as beautiful as she A new heart, a new vision for darkpoet is dead, on his grave blossoms a purple tulip
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