michael wright

Pain

All you ever do is profoke me
The more you taunt me
The stronger my hate grows

Soon the tables will turn
and once more my hate will burn
The final hour has come

Your pain will sear
Your body will be scarred
No one will remember you
You shall be gone to oblivion

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 4, 2007
Poem Edited: Monday, February 21, 2011

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  • Felicia Fortine (5/5/2007 1:04:00 PM)

    it has some strong points and some weaknesses but i like it good job
    *Felicia*

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