Dolor

This thing is feeding on me I don't know, I feel it. I know how bad it is It turn my life hell My girl is gone away I find none, but memories to wet my face. I don't feel free, my heart is blacked. This thing is feeding on me I feel it, I die beneath.

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Skat A

Date: 8/17/2016 6:55:00 PM

P & P..., Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :) Drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs **YNR - SKAT**

Partha Pratim
Date: 8/18/2016 10:36:00 AM

Thank you SKAT, you welcomed me warmly. It's so nice to meet new people out here. A big smile from my side. Cheers!