mark anthony st. rose


Upon the shores of time I drift,
My tears becoming the seas.
Alone holding the shadowy rift,
With sadness and sun's degrees.

I try and try to swim to shore,
My hands, my limbs all numb,
I don't want to face life no more,
My speech my prayers all dumb.

Wrapped in pain is I all I feel,
Wrapped in treacherous pain.
Wrapped in pain is all I feel,
I don't want to be here again.

Poem Submitted: Monday, May 21, 2012

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  • Filip Wang (5/21/2012 11:28:00 AM)

    Nice... i can feel the hurt that has been happened. even it's bitter, but i believe it always has a sweet side.

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