Trashed and Dead
In the land I love
I lost my mind when
I came home alone
to try and unwind.
I fell over the trashed
appearence of my house
they took big things
little, killed my heart.
dead I am, dead I stay.
can anyone rescue me?
or destined to cry tears
noone holding my fears.
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 |
| Not Alone | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| Trashed and Dead | 0 | 08/10/2009 |
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