Those OnesA Poem by Chesney W.
The rain pours.
Every muscle sore. All noise drowned out by my inside screaming. Flashes of the past have no meaning. A transparent soul. My life only a hole. Everything's torn apart. Left without a heart. All other presence are creepy. Feeling like a lonely weakling. Little beings grow wothout conscience. Only told without pacience. As the empty is no less torn. Those ones grow only more. © 2013 Chesney W. |
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Added on September 21, 2013 Last Updated on September 21, 2013 AuthorChesney W.Grove Hill, ALAboutHello, I'm Chesney Wilkerson. I'm 22 and happily married to my best friend. Most of the writings here are stuff from high school, so ignore the immaturity of it all. I went through quite a lot while I.. more..Writing
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