Helping HeartsA Poem by Mistylake
With false hobbies, and false interest
I, with my hate, have a story I tell, a story, I myself doubt, in both moral, and emotional sorrow, my story says that not one living debt is ever paid, When one destroys the one that saved one, life is not a maze, but a sad story told until after the end, tears cannot bring a dead friend glory, just as sadness cannot bring a dull life to light, a shadow, born to exist, never to live, but to spend years and years being dismissed, pushed aside and ignored, With not the strength to scream for help or to avoid the bullets which never miss, an existence of little life, never aided, nor help will any soul come, until the life of such a human being is over, and done © 2018 MistylakeAuthor's Note
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Added on March 4, 2017 Last Updated on October 9, 2018 Author
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