Mikel Calcagno

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Clutching Firm To Schematics - Poem by Mikel Calcagno

Fallen without a conscience
Victimized by a simple trend
This unmended heart severed from my veins
Uniquely designed to BREAK! ! !

Moved against my own ignorance
It doesn't tell the why
I try to run when I sleep
It doesn't tell the why
My silhouettes writes on the wall
It doesn't tell the why

Lies are much more than trust to me
There's always some sort of truth you convey that cuts my wings
So I won't design conversation amongst those who hate
I don't count my losses, i'm gaining what HE gave

My body once gave into the idea of falling
But what's the point of succumbing to every failure of the past
The cuts on our hands speak louder than voices alone
Subtly spoken thru some sort of conscience and it made me the person I am today

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 24, 2010

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