vincent armone

Rookie (1/24/70 / Brooklyn)

Lost Soul - Poem by vincent armone

Snow blankets the landscape
bitter cold stings the losts cheeks
on his death bed a final pray will be whispered
for a lost soul

Days spent for self reasons
months walked through with reckless adandoned
years lived for no one but him self
on his death bed bed a final pray will be whispered
for a lost soul

Wishing he could take it all back
knowing that he can not
on his death bed a final pray will be whispered
for a lost soul

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 28, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011


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