Pain...A Poem by barricadeIts all you've left me with..
I write,
I write not what I feel, I write but what is real... Sitting at my desk, Staring blatantly onto an empty page, Oblivious... I begin to write... Pen to paper, Like a knife through my skin... My sorrows, Revisited... My feelings, Misconstrued... The pain I withheld for so long, A Pandora's box, of my own... My pen it gently weeps, The empty page, it bleeds... Words soaked in tears, Pages covered in bloody smears... © 2013 barricadeAuthor's Note
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Added on August 14, 2012Last Updated on January 5, 2013 AuthorbarricadeIndiaAboutwith time...u shall see for the rest...just ask.... Lets101 Quizzes - fun Myspace quiz more..Writing
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