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Free verse № 9722

Escape

Member since 2002 · Posted 18 Aug 2002 · 0 comments

Slowly, I wipe away These salty tears. How I long for someone To calm my fears. I remember my failures. I ponder my success. The disappointments weigh heavily-- I want out of this mess. As I reach down, My eyes reflect metallic gleam. Maybe things aren't as bad As they sometimes seem. The wrists are stained; I await Heaven's rejection. It won't be the first time-- I've become accustomed to dejection. An eternity of Hell; Or a lifetime thereof. I shall peer enviously Toward those up above.

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