Wrong Answers

Wrong Answers

A Poem by Mr Whiskers
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Everything is Q&A nowadays any way...

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Children crying
Left out in the rain
I am dying
Shut out all the pain
B******s kill me slowly
Angels song: "Holy, holy"
Death plays golden harp
Demon on silver flute
Try to scream out loud
To find my voice is mute
A shout unvoiced
An answer unquestioned
Pain is life's way
Of teaching us a lesson
A lesson of such pwer
A power so strong
Only to find out
That your answer was wrong...

© 2008 Mr Whiskers


Author's Note

Mr Whiskers
Wrote this one a while back, still one of my favourites.

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Very powerful. In the end the most we've ever felt is pain. We always wonder why there is so much pain, but... we can never answer that question. Good job.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on March 17, 2008

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Mr Whiskers
Mr Whiskers

New Albany, IN



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I'm 22yrs old, a redheaded female living in southern Indiana. I have a 5yr old daughter Ellie and 3yr old daughter Emma, and my life is getting better now that I have returned to the Love of my life. .. more..

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