scrambled poem, sorry if it doesn't make sense


Emptyness

Empty eyes
no soul behind
just tons of lies
behind empty eyes

voices not heard
never be cured
head never pure
life is unsure

lost heart
not found on a chart
love never starts
now a lost art



Poetry by Mark Reynolds
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Written on 2006-02-16 at 15:26

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Edgar John Jackson
It is like when we want to find ourselves so deep inside but we find nothing there... I loved to read this ... great!!!!!!!!!! :)
2008-02-16