Small Town SubjugationA Poem by FellgleamingSmall Town Life
hollow, incomplete
you stand as a shell here, don thine mask hide that personal hell douse the pain with hungry faces warm stale beer stacked in cases frustrated souls scream for mediocrity eat your own words suffer the intelligent insanity forsaking destiny prey on the weak at this rate you'll never find what you seek © 2011 Fellgleaming |
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Added on February 10, 2011 Last Updated on February 10, 2011 AuthorFellgleamingJasper, ALAboutThe name is Tim. 21 years old currently residing in Alabama. Utah bound in a couple months. I've been writing ever since I was able to hold a pen. Mostly poetry, but from time to time prose takes hold.. more..Writing
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