Young Poets
By Morgan LeFay
we cry out to our worldin stuttered shouts of agony and sorrowclaiming rags of sad anonymity for our only garmentcraving only the smithing of wordsthere are still a ragged few among our numberthat plead for some worn humorto filter through our prisons of mindlike sunlight through forest treessoon they too will forget what it wasto see the earth through tainted eyesbut still like all the rest of us sorry saddened burned out soulsthey will come to wonderif it was worth finding truthto live in hell for all timeeaten away by the tears of an overtaxed mind Written August 17th, 2001 © on Aug 17 2001 02:10 PM PST 0 • 11 • 1
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"we cry out to our worldin stuttered shouts of agony and sorrowclaiming rags of sad anonymity for our only garmentcraving only the smithing of wordsthere are still a ragged few among our numberthat plead for some worn humorto filter through our prisons of mindlike sunlight through forest treessoon they too will forget what it wasto see the earth through tainted eyesbut still like all the rest of us sorry saddened burned out soulsthey will come to wonderif it was worth finding truthto live in hell for all timeeaten away by the tears of an overtaxed mind..."