Patrick Tincher


Pain Of The Deceased - Poem by Patrick Tincher

I've been beat down
Shot down Yet I kept coming back
The pain grew in a red stain
Ever growing on my shirt
Why can't I roll over and die
Yet I kept coming back
Just to be killed yet again
Am I the walking dead or the dead walking
All I feel is a haze unable to cope

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 5, 2010



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