Risk

My soul is on fire.
Hatred is said to be required.
I wish I could forget what I once aspired.
Caution; I am a live wire.

I want to forget
Very moment spent
I regret that I did fret
I am a nomad without a tent.

Please someone save me!
Took a gamble
Said "someone bade me"
Now I am left in shambles.




Poetry by Sarah Parnes
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Written on 2014-11-27 at 04:32

Tags Struggle  Forgiveness  Caution 

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