Faliure is a fear among men it lives in all of us form within It is a place where there are no friends and no one is your next to kin Your heart pounds with pain from within knowing the journey to the top is long as the sins of men Your heart pounds still from within like the crossing of a brezze over the skin And you listen! Listen to the screams of the fallin...... as the voice of nothingness keeps callin Your mind hears all the horrors But your soul remains in a small corridor A part of life you never touched The Part..... the part of life you loved so much Begins to spark the light you never knew form within like the reflection of spring morning due glistening free from sin The sins of men, the past sins of you Time to start new..... with a soul that is true*******
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because I write what I feel. I turn emotins into words and dreams
into scriptures. I submitted this poem because I want to be recognized for my talent
someday. I have came so close to being able to express my self
fluently and now I wnat others to see what I can do. This
one submission might not make me but I will become a true
recognized poet someday.
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