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Insult To Injury

A horde of thoughts and Revelations,
All which beg to be perceived
Return my Woe and devastation- 
Give back to me the need to grieve!
In Youth had found true elation,
A childhood I'd never leave
For Life is lived in desperation
(If that Truth is to be believed)

Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013

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Danesh Morgan Date: 8/29/2013 8:30:00 AM why the brackets it gives a negative feel to this poem like a dead end that's how i feel Login to Reply Just That Archaic Poet Date: 8/29/2013 8:40:00 AM The " dead end" feel you picked up was exactly my intention; it was astute of you to realize it. And it's ok if you didn't really like this one; every poet writes his fair share of "duds" lol And again, you are right: the title really doesn't fit, unless you take lines 3 and 4 into consideration, I suppose. Not all my titles fit the piece as snugly as I might like. I make poetic errors all the time. Just That Archaic Poet Date: 8/29/2013 8:40:00 AM Oh, and thanks for stopping by and for the read and reply :) Danesh Morgan Date: 8/29/2013 8:31:00 AM the title don't suit the poem i feel. . .