Poems from givemeliberty
In time's entourage fate does travel.
For as our years pass by, fate remains always present.
With a fickel temperment fate weaves together...
I awaken to the gray dawn, and roll from bed.
Pain rips through my body, stretching from my heart.
A body racked with pain rises, no...
Death is a tough thing to grasp.
Understanding that our time is short,
and that there is an experation date.
Each day is a gift we must...
I find it difficult sometimes.
Expresing who I am was never something I was comfortable with,
my mind always preached;
"Be happy, and...
I remember those lonely nights.
That time in life when I was done, emotionally crippled.
When I cared less for myself than even my enemies...