Michael Coleman Poet Alliteration

Bemused

Born with a hart of gold but this isn't
                    the story you've been told .Feed lie filled with deist
              and manipulated to feel the defeat.yet here it is that you 
       weap and walk around and sigh such emptiness is not that easily
to hide.you walk around all day in a daze confused  trapped  and a  maze  and  refuse
      to  face the fact that the people you need are now those you lack.
   there gone to late to get back like a bridge that shouldn't burn are the 
people you did not concern to learn them to have a nack so why not try and just 
get along with society by your side can be no way you can feel so alone and out of 
wack and its been so long seems you've lost track,and its at this process we live 
thus the end of time where all souls meet and are filled with happiness of all kinds
something longed for in a life time surly has been hard to find.

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Karen Anglesey August 22, 2013 at 11:29 AM Happiness can be allusive and tricky to attain. It's good to try to understand our fellowman and what they have to offer instead of what we lack :)

Skat A August 21, 2013 at 6:36 PM when we feel alone in life is when we find it deep in ourselves to abide by life with no rhythm .. sadly but we find happiness sooner than later an ongoing cycle of ups and downs, enjoyed your write LUV S.K.A.T.