Untitle IIA Poem by Veronica
Immense atrocity flows through me
and so I feel weak, a walking disappointment. A tired and haunted being as I let everyone around me down. The feeling of hurt that this causes, charges through me and makes me feel worse and more tired than before. Everything within me shuts down and falls to its death as my eyes are forced to shut into an ultimate slumber. Somber ad forbidden is my mind and aching heart as the pain swells inside of me, growing bigger and bigger And more volatile than ever before. © 2013 VeronicaAuthor's Note
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Added on April 16, 2013 Last Updated on April 16, 2013 AuthorVeronicaQueens, NYAboutI love to write and I don't take offense to criticism. Just please try not to be too mean. more..Writing
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