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Dying For Life

With the chill of lonely hearts The empty past where I would start Is there something I’ll create? Anything but an empty fate Never meant to be this way It was the dead light and disgrace Breaking through a mirror’s stare It flips around and I care Something in the dark of day Something in the silent haze Everything is too alive Something glowing in the night In empty worlds I see the life Your dead words speak sacrifice There’s nothing here but I survive Living for lost light With the chill I call my home By myself but not alone There’s something here I will create And I’m dying for life’s fate

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 12/16/2008 4:31:00 PM
I love IT!!! Thank You for commenting on most of my poetry that you said you read. . How old are you?
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