David Knox

Rookie - 100 Points (honestly why would i tell you? / does it matter?)

Myself Sometimes - Poem by David Knox

myself like the wind
i just blow blow
with nowhere to go
i sprial down
to come back up just to drown
drown in my darkness
put up the shroud
hide behind my cloud
just hide
then come out for a chide
hide again it never ends
o the agony o wait its called
reality
life this is no deal
nothing like the days of fuedum or fief
these are dangerous days
in which u must live in dangerous ways
shroud or not look over your shoulder
always


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 21, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011


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