Josh Blanchard

Culdren Of Hate

My mind is a culdren of hate
Another day passes and once again I'll wait
I close my eyes and hope for pain
But once again I feel just shame
Flames are rising hope is dieing
Anger burning lost control
I wake up alive life still cold
Dreams will die why others rise
For the day Ill touch the sky
Gates have opened the music dies
By my side an angel cries
Emotions kill not thinking right
Death will come unless I fight
Mind is racing my heart is pacing
Hope is growing hands still shaking
Lifes a gift not for the taking
Stand in line try to follow
Untill were finding
Happiness in sorrow.

May 1,2009

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 12, 2009

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