HellA Poem by Andrew Flisser
Don’t see why I bother, Always up. Expecting a call. Just a little contact. But my hopes are ripped from me. I ask for a few things. But the lord he does not deliver. I find myself bound by the chains of hell, As the fire slowly devours me, Every inch slowly melting away. Until the pain slowly starts to fade. I can’t feel anymore. And it’s that moment I can see that, Nothing really matters. That I was never bound at all. That every second I was put through that hell. I chose to stand it. I chose to be caged off. But no more. The day is new. And it brings better things. © 2008 Andrew FlisserReviews
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Added on August 30, 2008AuthorAndrew FlisserNYAboutI'm back, and have some new things up. i no longer have the same emotion towards the girl i was writing poems to, but I'll leave them up because it shows what I've brought to writers cafe in the past... more..Writing
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