The BurdenA Poem by Edward
He, is troubled,
Troubled by a broken mind and a bubbling head. He cant focus, he's blind and confused, It seems that all his contacts have been fused. Everything is his fault, The pain hurts like adding ice and salt. It feels like hes on his death march walking towards his grave, People all line up, and just watch him march into the dark cave. Burning, is his mind, And no one cares. Problems he has, "Get Help" are the only stares. But it dosent matter, No one seems to care. All is his fault, That is his burdan to bare. © 2014 Edward |
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1 Review Added on February 20, 2014 Last Updated on February 20, 2014 AuthorEdwardOn a mountion top isolated from the rest of the World, CanadaAboutgeez so much has changed since I rewrote this about me page. Honestly there really isn't much to say. I work, smoke weed, and skate. Really all there is to it. more..Writing
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