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Back From The Dead

As I sew up my heart
It starts..
The crises of love scorned 
Its torn..
The scars on my slain wrists..
The bruises on my broken fist..
The burn of an unsuccessful rope around my neck..
I race with death only to lose by an inch..
The harder I train..
The more in vein..
The lonely pain that sleeps with fish
I wish
I wish..
The more I cry in kindness she will die
The depth of bloodless sighs
I feel closer to the sky
I guess that's the same
As every pain 
I'm no different but all the same..
The race against my finish line of cocaine
I will win the race and cross the tape 
That death holds for my place
....

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/23/2011 8:21:00 AM
Ah. This is my type of poetry. It's very good. Can't wait to read more! -Leigh Anne
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Date: 1/21/2011 3:46:00 PM
Congratultions on your "featured poem" this week~~
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Date: 1/17/2011 10:10:00 AM
Congratulations on having your poetry featured this week on PoetrySoup Penn. Love, Carol
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Date: 1/16/2011 6:17:00 PM
Congrats Tony on your featured poem this week on the Soup.. great one to share with us all ... hope u will be judging your contest soon luv..
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