Pieces Poem by David Daykin

Pieces



Twisting, churning, turning inside.
Love, Hate, Revenge, Desire.
All the pieces of my life lie shattered.
Scattered to the winds of fate.
Energy made and fuel to hate.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,hate
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