This EndA Poem by Lucas GrashaFind my past and the guns that went with
it, only if your passage is ever permitted. If not, then you’ll find notes scattered that will reveal my soul’s soft
pitter-patter. Say it once, my names sake twice, my story for your intrigue, it will
surely suffice. For these secrets, till now, have been
underground, so many memories, screaming so loud. So tell him when you find what was mine of my troubles and all of my time. All that I had, I wanted to burn it
away. Let it die on its own, I won’t care
another day. I shouldn’t have done so from the very
start, this is my fault, my atrocious art. Leave me here with my empire of dirt, stay away, and let my heart still hurt. This fate, so horrible, is one I deserve, nothing is good, I have no worth. Don’t ever try to save me, time you will
waste, and more of my suffering you will
create. So just go away, go far from here, leave me in solitude, in my own tears. Never did I deserve life, but what will
ensue, is my death from my life without you. © 2011 Lucas Grasha |
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13 Reviews Added on May 30, 2011 Last Updated on May 30, 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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