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Sunday, February 6, 2005


   A Sweet Little Poem
This might not impress you much, but I started on this poem just last night. I felt like getting something out of my head simply because I haven't written a poem in a while. In my view, it should be fairly decent, but you'll be the judge of that. Enjoy.

Being in the wretched clouds
of vast insanity,
Stands a spirit showing
little strength or decency

Little traits revealed
to be all by everything
As if the sins of virtue
tarnish him in vain

Does he wonder why
all parties traded spouses
just to expose a hidden shame

May he learn to rely
on realization of
never being young again

These were wounds brought
by the confines of reality
Bolted, rusty bars inscripted
his dismal sanity

Just before, a pawn he was
in actual pasttimes;
In denial, he remained a pawn within adult lines

Does he wonder why
exactly the stories
neverending the repeated downfall

Does he know how to fly,
or does the scenario state
that he never flew at all?

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