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Saturday, October 20, 2007


   my sad, depressing poem #2
Trapped souls

Trapped in lies,
Caught, like a fish in a net,
In a world of deceit,
Yearning for kindness,
Yet finding only falsehoods.
Waiting for virtue to shine through this ugly blackness,
But not finding it.
So alone.
Suck in a world that is fastidious and unable to feel.
People.
One word with so much meaning.
How you comprehend it is not up tp me.
We are all trapped souls.
Living in a land where loving people are hurt for fun.
Where caring people are shunned.
I shudder at the thought of becoming one of them.
People.
Escape?
Impossible.
We are all trapped until our souls deteriorate.
Or until we die.
We knew this from the beginning.
We shall all soon become that hateful word,
People.

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