" relief "

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    " relief "

    in this wall i sought embarace,
    in this cieling i face my hate,
    trough those doors i seek revenge,
    trought those windows i face my fate,

    the agony of time hounts my dreams,
    the pathetic excuse of remorse i hide my pain,
    i count on my scars to relief my sin,
    i boconned my tears to drown my case,

    relief of of the sun thats bites my skin,
    and take me to the shadows so dark and true,
    i promise to sit here for eternity it may,
    just dont let me feel the hate of days,

    slowly i knew it will pass and fall,
    these tears for you that you have bestowed,
    dont linger and seek for my presence no more,
    for i will stay in this darkness untill my fall.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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