Life?A Poem by Scarlet Letter Life to me
Life is a tread
Worn nigh on through Unraveling with length Encompassed by a blueish hue. Life is a book With the pages torn out Thrown to the floor Covers lined with fear and doubt. What is this life? Ephemeral, shallow, dark? Full of shattered dreams and despair! All that's left of hope is a mere spark.
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Added on September 10, 2010 Last Updated on September 10, 2010 Author
Scarlet LetterCanadaAboutI love art of all forms. The types I practice are writing, charcoal/oil pastels, music, photography, and more. Every time I look at something I see if it would be best as a picture, drawing, poem, or .. more..Writing
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