A Soul ScornedA Poem by Tarry FranckMy soul aches For something I've already known My soul yearns for something Not yet shown The torment i feel, I can't go on, My flesh is falling to pieces I bow to my knees As teardrops flow through my hands Do I dare await What might be around the corner Another love filled with heartache, I think not...So Open this flesh ever so gently Let it bleed oh so gracefully Release my soul freely So my soul will never, never be Scorned ever again so, so greatly.
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3 Reviews Added on September 5, 2012 Last Updated on September 5, 2012 AuthorTarry FranckLA, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutOnce upon life...there was time more..Writing
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