Dark Wolf

My Spirit

it is not
it is not
it dosn't
it is sad,
it is mean,
it makes me cry,
it makes me scream,
it invades and kills my dreams
till' there are none left.
and when it's over all thats left
is a sad and hopeless girl
who has no spirit left.

Poem Submitted: Monday, June 18, 2007
Poem Edited: Sunday, March 13, 2011

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