Drowning In Hate, Fear, And Fate - Poem by Blanche Hardin
Such destructive profanity,
Can lead to such deadly insanity.
From what’s left of a broken mirror,
To the blood stains on the vanity.
The pain behind the darkness is his pride.
A man so beaten and so broken,
Has finally died.
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