Wasted chancesA Poem by The Flawed
In the cold and damp of your twisted brain,
You are exiled, cause you’ve gone insane,
The little cave inside your head,
Echoes all you’ve done and said,
Bouncing of the padded walls, are ghouls and ghosts,
But what scares you most,
Are the wasted chances, and the dark thoughts
That always keep you down.
© 2009 The FlawedReviews
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9 Reviews Added on August 4, 2009 AuthorThe FlawedNearbyAboutI am a man who loves writing poetry, and find it the easiest way of expressing how I feel, particularly when I dont like to talk about these feelings. I cannot .. more..Writing
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