The Epitome of My Soul

So poetic as the grim thoughts fluctuation fights to awake the bad memories from their hybernation constantly as they militate my persistance and my determinations existance, Life as i know it fades into the mists, my attempts for survival seem nothing butBliss, Happiness brightens me like a faint kiss from the girl you love in a room full of s**t.When my anger strikes its like a homerun hit but but i rather it lye in the catchers mit and i keep my flame unlit cuz eyesare unfit to see the damage done wit.

Reviews

[JohnnyCat]

This poem as character and depth. I like it! keep up the good job.