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Life


One seems to cry and falls The beliverance is but all The sorrow and pain Burns faster the the acid of rain Your heart is broken Your feelings are frozen Your will is but all gone Your hope is smashed Your desire Is blazing in fire The powerlessness Makes you cry Your tears freeze Your words are as of breeze The torment is real You have met and sealed the deal Your life is crumbling As your emotions are fumbling The past is rough The pain so tough You want to die Because you think life is a lie As a new light shines The suns rays of hope Your tears cleared Past anewed The desire saved Your truth Belaid The light Of a summerless bright A new hope comes In form of your heart Your heart is repaired Your mind is cleared Your wounds are bandaged Your love is replaced Life seems to have heard your cry As for why it won't be denied Your suffering isn't yours alone Your pain is no more to be atoned Your life is sacred Never to be taken You must believe That you will be relieved....
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I am a former foster youth and avid artist gifted in music, choir, art, painting, martial arts, and poetry. I enjoy reading and writing fine literature as well as composing or playing classic pieces on the piano. To give and to learn but more importantly to express this is what is know as art when a soul is given a chance to shine let it be known that this kindled spirit express best in emotions. To express boldly and freely this is my interpretation of poetry.

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