Those Ones

Those Ones

A 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
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Chesney W.
Chesney W.

Grove Hill, AL



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Hello, 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..

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