Category: Through Poetry

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  Ghost

  What happened to us and everything we stood for? What happened to us? The fire closes in Is that you I see staring back at me? This memory is starting to haunt me Is there a way out? There’s gotta be a way Is there a way out? Im beginning to believe What hope is…

  April 13, 2015

  · Through Poetry

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  I am a Prisoner of Chains

  I am a prisoner of this hatred The sun day is bound by the darkest night of my jail cell Many a season have I spent withering here and I have nothing to show for it In fact, would it be decent to say that I have in fact lost because of you? Would it…

  April 2, 2015

  · Of the Broken, Through Poetry

• Crippled

  “the horrific fear I feel is enough to frighten death”

  February 22, 2015

  · Through Poetry