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The Middle Born

The Middle Born By: Tyner Twine Shaking hands, pains unexplained, I struggle forward without regret my body and soul betrays me instead The Shadow casts its veil; I can't be free And I became a child once again before Thee Every skip and beat of this heart in pain And every pang of anxiety Leaves me in the mercy of the unseen Deity Leaves me vulnerable, oh so vulnerable To keep reliving this past as the child, so pure and gullible Born second of the three, Born to be a wild spirit, born to be free Heart so freely giving, this dreadful side of me Desperate to be loved, the blasted blinded innocence Betrayed by blood and lover and friends And I became, at the end, nothing but dead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 1/1/2014 8:10:00 AM
Dear tyner Wow. What a wonderful poem. My brother was the middle one. Extremely tough for a kind soul in my kind of family setting. You write with such sensitivity. Love, Kathy
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Kristine Mariz Ursua
Date: 3/31/2014 11:14:00 AM
salamat!
Date: 12/23/2013 5:55:00 PM
Trust me Kristine, you are far from dead, your words sparkle with electricity and captivate the reader. Yes you are very much alive, blessings Carl, Merry Christmas
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Kristine Mariz Ursua
Date: 3/31/2014 11:14:00 AM
thank you, sir Carl!
Date: 12/23/2013 4:43:00 AM
- Thank you for sharing this poem with me,Kristine - very well written,but so sad! - Wishing you a peaceful and happy Christmas - Many good wishes for the year 2014! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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