Seeing RedA Poem by Y.F.A poem about anger
Put out my flames of glory,
release me from my pride, please soak me whole, completely dry before I reach my tide. My soul has run amok through west, south, north and east, upon it's back they ride so proud - four riders of the beast. It's time to pay the toll, for nothing gold can stay, I ask of you one final thing - from way of wreath to sway. And as I go to war with demons from within, I bare no arms and no cigars, because I can not win. © 2010 Y.F. |
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Added on March 16, 2010 Last Updated on March 16, 2010 AuthorY.F.Do not disturb me, I'm already disturbed. ;)About**I don't really use this account anymore - keeping it open to preserve the existing content, but might close it in the future.** I've been writing throughout the vast majority of my life, mostly b.. more..Writing
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