Eli Medina

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One Broken Mans Dreams - Poem by Eli Medina

Tired of fighting with my hands so I fight with my pen, blind to a broken mans dreams... living life thug style so it's hard to smile, i see the city light's and I walk alone hating the man I see in the mirror, praying one day that everything gets clearer, but for now ill just talk to the shadow's I see in the dark, cause sometimes it gets hard to pray... have you ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight, are the words that I whisper in this cold dark room...everyday I pray for forgiveness, but my thoughts feel lonely, cause my mind is playing tricks on me.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2012



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