Unfortunately there are shackles to the soul. Holes in the bones and a hallow in the heart. Unfortunately there is poison in the blood. Tar in the mind and a absence of love.
Unfortunately there is a cloud, a fog, a misty haze, blocking out all from simple gaze. A sadness so wretched it cant help but seep in a darkness so pure it cant help but win.
Try as you must try as you might you cant hope to be free it's a darkness that lives and thrives on your very insecurities. A wicked beast a monster a devourer of happiness, hope and joy. You'll get the scraps it will say. The pain, misery, that hollow emptiness that's for you to enjoy.
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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