Incomplete
A thousand people
all around
tear me down.
A thousand words
I could say
but that doesn't make things okay.
If all thats left
in me
makes me cry
and my body weak
could I ever find
the strength again?
I feel the distance
when we're so close
I felt alive
and yet a ghost
and in me
crippled
my soul inside
the love comes out in every
tear I cry
but some tears stay
and do not leave
and I'm loving you
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Qualin commented on Incomplete
05-14-2011
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Incomplete | 1 | 05/09/2011 |
| No Fairytale | 1 | 07/22/2010 |
| Stage | 5 | 07/22/2010 |
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