Sorrow HoldA Poem by Deron Alexismy thoughts just exploded onto the page
SORROW HOLD
Again I am banished to the hollow of my insides, where the trees have all died and the rivers are glassed over with the smog of their scorn. And where I fall, there's an abyss of my tears, a cage reserved for me, shaped like my spirit. And in the dead silence, the blackness of my heart, still the voices taunt me still my worth is opposed. So that I am as you see me now , where the acrid shadows of scorn seep from my eyes, the hollow pits of coal. The acid tears burn my cheeks. I've tried in vain to reassemble the shards of my porcelain life. They cut my fingers, cut my hands, so that the shadows bleed out and still I am never free. © 2012 Deron AlexisReviews
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StatsAuthorDeron AlexisCunupia village, Caroni, Trinidad and TobagoAboutBeen gone from writers cafe a while. Dunno if im back for good. Im hoping im not as much of a little s**t as my 16 year old self was. Lets see how this goes i guess more..Writing
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