sacrifice
A many need help,
When the answer is there,
So much asked for,
Not much to go around,
Time is not enough,
Alot of pain I've caused,
Their pain,
I've embraced their suffering,
My blood is not much to give,
How does one give words to those who don't look forward?
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| A loved one, yet not forgotten | 1 | 11/21/2010 |
| sacrifice | 0 | 08/08/2010 |
| Time will heal thy broken heart | 0 | 08/06/2010 |
| Damned | 2 | 03/04/2009 |
| Deep Scar | 1 | 02/24/2009 |
| warmth | 1 | 02/09/2009 |
| A thing i've become | 2 | 02/05/2009 |
| My own end | 0 | 02/04/2009 |
| whispers among aheart | 3 | 01/21/2009 |
| Feeling | 0 | 01/20/2009 |
| FIght or slience!!! | -7 | 01/05/2009 |
| lost and Forgotten | 5 | 12/16/2008 |
| Red Rain | 1 | 12/15/2008 |
| To be heard | 1 | 12/11/2008 |
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