Eleven

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    Eleven

    I am
    faceless against the world of burden
    as my shadow became the darkened
    depth of my humanity.

    the insanity that swallows
    this frail existence denigrating
    the awaited distance to be traveled.

    this should never be
    yet, all still remains.

    cast me out and let me sink
    past the brink to where all becomes
    the forgotten and lost to the depths
    of life.

    broken and sore the core bleeds
    the life taken and mistaken,
    awakened by misery and hate.....

    this should never be
    but it is to late for i sank holding on
    to this burdened slate,

    showing me where it all began.









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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    apoetree’s Poems (35)

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    my tourture 0
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