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About This Poem
salvage hope
…for when there is no hope, tomorrow dies…
your life becomes an effaced inscription,
a stratified journey beneath the lies.
Your heart feels burnt like a pierced incision
as you confute the demons of despair.
Your life becomes an effaced inscription,
that needs salvaging and urgent repair.
With help from your friends comes the boldness
as you confute the demons of despair.
Once you believe and embrace the oneness,
you gain the courage to blot out the past.
With help from your friends comes the boldness
to accomplish the dreams you once amassed.
Rid yourself of thorns that make your life stall.
You gain the courage to blot out the past.
Rejoice when you break down the hopeless wall!
…for when there is no hope, tomorrow dies…
Rid yourself of thorns that make your life stall -
… a stratified journey beneath the lies.
11/14/2012
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