DefeatA Poem by Wallflowersubdued, it's nothing new.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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