Devistation Touched Dead (Fostercare My Thoughts About Being Taken Away) Poem by Amber Zenisek
Devistation Touched Dead (Fostercare My Thoughts About Being Taken Away)
my soul commerce me,
chamber of death,
is all I see,
wish it would disapear,
and never return,
suffering death,
condeming me, feeding off me,
all this hate in me,
please condem me!
Hmm, a bit complicated, but it means something alright. When life gets you down, it can be pretty crappy. As I said before you have talent, just like the many around who also writes poetry. You have a gothic feel to your writing, very dark. I like your style. I'll write about anything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/6/2026 8:09:22 PM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
I agree with Sam. You have great talent indeed.