RepriseA Poem by Lucas GrashaThis heart so perfect, the heart not failing, is
somehow still amidst derailing. I
cannot tell you, I cannot say, I
cannot ask you to care today. This
heart so hateful, I am disgraced as such. I
deserve to bleed out all of this blood. I
find it hard to tell, as I cannot breathe, these
nightmares consume all of my dreams. This
heart so light, put a bullet through it. Aim
it straight at me, and please don’t miss. I
look fine, but on the inside I’m dying, you
wouldn’t know because my face keeps lying. This
heart is mine; that, I cannot believe. I
now should not deserve to breathe. I
cannot find destiny, it still eludes, I
have let only my ends ensue. This
heart, such shame, is all that I have. Please,
take me away to a faraway land. I
cannot stay, for I will stop my breathe, for
my time is up…there is no reprise. © 2011 Lucas GrashaReviews
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Added on April 1, 2011Last Updated on April 1, 2011 AuthorLucas GrashaPittsburgh, PAAboutI've chosen in life to use the pen in place of the sword; or rather, the giving in place of giving up. I believe that I do possess a talent, but that opinion is only mine; if you would please (if you .. more..Writing
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