Past Burdens
The wrinkles on my face,Tell stories of my past,
Sinking thenselves deeper,
Making sure they last,
The coldness of my heart,
Causes hell in my life,
It's rounding off my edges,
Steals my sleep at night,
The scars upon my hands,
Have brought a lot of pain,
Defending countless ideas,
Lurking through my brain,
This darkness in my soul,
Has shrouded my brown eyes,
Covering up my face,
Masking all my lies,
The whisper in my ears,
A conscious I once knew,
One day up and left me,
Got fed up with me too,
The secrets of my past,
Are killing me inside,
Paranoia strengthens,
As shadows lurk behind.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2009-05-15 at 16:07
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