Forsaken MisdeedA Poem by steako
Why must I be the next to be forsaken. The man before I cursed my existence with his misdeeds. Now mine to bare, I must yield to the curse or leave all that I know. I did not choose this fate, nor did the woman before the man. Was it his legacy they attempted to destroy, for I am still here and choose to deny thier curse. Yet I fear my bonds will destroy my resolve and I along with it.
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StatsAuthorsteakosan jose, CAAboutI'm am a young man surronded by people who do not appreciate what words can do. As I try to find my own way, adversity strikes my door often. Making life tougher than need be. So it is friends I have .. more..Writing
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