A thousand 'Sorrys' wont fix thisA Poem by jessfoundwonderFaded gun shots call to the sunset Picture framed and kept unknown I guess that this wasn't his season Earnest in the fight for wrong
Shattered glass litters the graveyard Empty voices scream his name He's a puppet in this race for freedom It's tearing up his mental frame
Classify false information All the critics can provide But he was there in mind and body Summersaulting worlds collide
And mixing terror shakes the sunrise Light uncovers awful deeds He sees the damage he's created Reckless and permenantly © 2009 jessfoundwonderReviews
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