the Remorse of the PastA Poem by realmwriterThis world so dreary Has made me weary Weak, I cannot move my feet Strong the drum, its beat It drags me out of misery Into the naked street This world has grown so cold And still I find the fold Strength in numbers, weakness in the same Some though the tame, timid to the game March on into the void, hold up the chastised hand Let sing your protest song, let be known your name This age has come near to end No more can we pretend All is not as is safe and secure the door Waist in time to clamor to the floor Save the perfect fight for perfect strong the man Gave unto nothing ever more Serenity has been sought We've captured nothing to the not All have fought in vain To replenish what they gain Take this world at valued face to give in to the irrational Leave here to the void, evaporated pain © 2011 realmwriterReviews
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Added on December 13, 2011Last Updated on December 13, 2011 AuthorrealmwriterHarrison, ARAboutYou know, I can write about almost any subject, in poetic form and even an ocasional short story, but I find it most difficult to write about myself. I am an artist at heart and will use whatever m.. more..Writing
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