My Grace is Gone...
My fingers itchfor a blade...
To feel the bite,
then the pain...
The deeper I go,
the harder I fall...
The blood trickles down...
Where has my grace gone?
My Grace is Gone...
My fingers itchDevinMcNabb commented on My Grace is Gone...
07-30-2010
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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