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Daegal

(16.03.89 / Doncaster, England)

Hello Me, Tell Me Why I Am


Hello, you, who looks like me,
Will you tell me what you see?
Answer, please, my spoken plea,
I wish to see my mind’s debris.

What is it you wish to know?
What did my head once keep aglow?
You have no mind to what you owe.
I have a mind beset with woe.

Tell me what I cannot dream,
Tell me how, in high esteem,
You once conquered my regime,
And broke my spirit, once supreme.

You would never understand,
That love does bear a fierce command,
And sometimes we (against demand)
Do hold up high and make a stand,
Defy its rule a harsh command.

Submitted: Monday, July 24, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, August 18, 2010
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  • ***** ********* (7/24/2006 11:44:00 AM)

    Yes it is Daegal, and causes nothing but heart break and excruciating pain on both sides imo. Defying the harsh command of love, can be fatal infact. The End, was quite approriate, for without love, life just doesn't make the grade, again imo. I love the title, A very feisty little Message of Male Defiance if ever I have read one! lol And I have read many. Exquisite in it's mighty stand indeed, Tai (Report) Reply

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