Beautiful AnguishA Poem by Gurglesnarch van CaasiResurrect my pain And turn it into music Find beauty in my hurt For I have naught Fill a wine glass with my Shimmering tears and drink it My anguish is so strong and I am not.
Beat me to a pulp And I will still forgive you Take and kill my soul For I am done I am much too weak to Hold you or even fear it My confusion holds and c***s the gun.
Pull on the trigger And drive the bullet through me Slam it through my brain For I am lost My thoughts are too twisted To ever disentwine them Life promised much, but lied about the cost. © 2014 Gurglesnarch van CaasiReviews
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Added on February 1, 2014Last Updated on February 1, 2014 AuthorGurglesnarch van CaasiMAAboutGreetings. I am eighteen. I am a renaissance man: An artist and A bodyguard and A philosopher and A secret agent (I made that one up) But most importantly I am A writer. .. more..Writing
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