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Rotting Circle

Contributed by NoSaint on Thursday, 11th January 2007 @ 09:08:54 AM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems



Broken silence
Left to die
Under muddy feet
Trails of yesterday

Morbid curiosity
As crowds wander by
See lost souls
Broken promises

Who could save?
This lost waif
From Satan’s hell
Deserted Young

Too late now
For his soul
Gone in moment
No values

Winter snow
Falls on grave
Metal coffin beneath
Hope dashed

Mother weeps
Holds son close
Father gone
Rotten circle repeats





Copyright © NoSaint ... [ 2007-01-11 09:08:54]
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Re: Rotting Circle (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Thursday, 11th January 2007 @ 10:17:16 AM AEST
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Wow Shari, That seemed so painful to me when I read it. I could feel the chill of that frozen ground and the winter air. Fantastic how you can take someone inside your words.
Thanks for sharing. Peace,
Laura


Re: Rotting Circle (User Rating: 1 )
by yangdantien on Thursday, 11th January 2007 @ 10:31:03 AM AEST
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'Rotten circle repeats...'

That rolled around my head for a while and made me think of 'generational' behaviors that are pretty rotten...

Good Job

Peace
Yangdantien


Re: Rotting Circle (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Thursday, 11th January 2007 @ 12:25:06 PM AEST
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wow this is a very sad write but its so powerful and the wording is exquiste.. I really enjoyed this piece..

vampyress Jenni


Re: Rotting Circle (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Thursday, 11th January 2007 @ 03:16:29 PM AEST
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How true it is my friend, nicely written.
~Michelle~




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