Defeat

Defeat

A Poem by Wallflower
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subdued, it's nothing new.

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I know I have no place,

No face, no point, no gain.

I know this bitter taste

Of races run with shame.

I know when all is said and done

I am the one to blame,

But maybe I am tired of

The lonely drops of rain

That refuse to pool within the cool

Puddles of the ‘sane’.

Maybe it’s time to assimilate

My fate within these walls,

Maybe the lines

Of chalked out crimes

Is all that’s left to call

Reality, it's fighting me

I can’t fight it any longer

Than the sun can fight the night,

I can’t reason when I ponder

The inexplicability

Of souls lost to squander.

© 2011 Wallflower


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Puddles of the ‘sane’. Good write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Of races run in shame
Against hardy thoughts
Accoutred in souls of the lame
But then it is nothing new
So many voices
Thoughts so few...


Posted 13 Years Ago


You may lose a battle, but you never lose the war my friend.

Posted 13 Years Ago


don't worry about the other souls...you take care of them by taking care of your own...give your head a rest

Posted 13 Years Ago



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