Something a little more tangible?
By Soul Churner
I've become something of a dismal recluse, Wanting to let loose of grievances. Loathing despair at its back door of obligations, I've become a cynic filled with many worries. A rather, boring simpleton, I become soundless even in my own mind. Feeling like an empty carnal of flesh, I'm labeled once again as one of mankind, Straining myself with my own affliction. It's too much to get caught into, So I let my guard down To sweep away the crumbled bits. Old battle scars kept around Are now thrown away to forgiveness, As I, Continuously, Contrive myself anew. Written March 21st, 2002 © on Mar 21 2002 02:23 PM PST, wendy tyler 0 • 18 • 12
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"I've become something of a dismal recluse,..."