Music Of The PinkA Poem by Rogerh A poem about the pain I sometimes feel. Music Of The Pink I can feel the pain in the air Attacks me from everywhere People just stand and stare Seeming to not even care I dig my trench and climb in I fight and fight but never win Always end up back where I begin Clawed out from within Looking backwards into my past Frozen cold from the shadows it cast They say that it will not last But life it does go by so fast Sins undeniable that I cannot defend Cast about like trash in an ill wind With a broken heart that will not mend In the end what is the end?
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RogerhEl Paso, TXAboutI was thrown into this world before the internet or cell phones made this world much smaller. I became another part of a poor but somewhat loving family that lived in Brookhaven Mississippi. Times wer.. more..Writing
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