Self Dissension Poem by Kaitlyn Forsythe

Self Dissension



Bitter, bitter - heart of lone,
no one thinks to aid.
Dry, and stretched -
mind of ingnorance,
deprived of blood repaid.
Wander, wander - child of fear,
to chase the clouds away.
Heavy, heavy - soul of shame,
for all the day's decay.

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Joseph Poewhit 17 February 2009

Them clouds that come around at times - Shooooooo

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Kaitlyn Forsythe

Kaitlyn Forsythe

Raleigh, North Carolina
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