Left To Thought Poem by Douglas McAntagart

Left To Thought



Through my years of tears,
angel wings turn to demon sins.
angelic white,
shattered to darkest night.

joyous days what have gone past,
pain and misery are what always last.

scrutinized at every turn,
was never enough, scorned bum.
faces flash my aging soul,
lost to life, unreachable goal.

best to be, raised to think,
this is the wine we're forced to drink.
an open mind, a dangerous tool,
not conforming, berated a fool.

forced ways, forced laws,
open mind, condemned to naught,
a broken man left to his thoughts.

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