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Confession Bore Poems
Knowledge brings heartbreak, that I don't know whether to lash out or cry. Afraid of hello and good-bye Beginning to understand how some just choose to walk on by They walk on by Monsters and dogs with their icy stares
I am the failure I fear, I am the lie I despise. By blood I came and by blood I shall return. I'll be a distant memory.
Do you remember how we whiled away Our lonely hours? Double-crossed, you and I The room smelling of flowers?
I don't need your false concern keeping me out of reach like an unwanted disease. Hold me, hold me, avenge me. Give me a safe place to lay my head on. My soul is running around wild-eyed hostile vulnerable turning in place waving its fists- scared, alone, angry, disappointed, incomplete, confused!
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Knowledge brings heartbreak, that I don't know whether to lash out or cry. Afraid of hello and good-bye
Beginning to understand how some just choose to walk on by
They walk on by
Monsters and dogs with their icy stares
Hands at their sides
To fight or take flight behind their wary, weary, distant, eyes
And they sleep with their souls on watch.