Missing Page
Wripped page...
Was it so bauetiful,
so much so to be hidden,
from view of men?
Did they spill their soul upon a page?
Until fear came...
To paper became a cage.
Trapping their soul in a deminsion,
of their own creation...
Take pity upon a poet's heart.
Taking pain upon themselves
Not much sanity in finding pain,
Taking the curse of humanity,
who said we're sain?
For we are the ones that in vain,
See through the cracked glass.
To see through a lense never gained.
Through sadness comes beauty,
from pain comes perfection...
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