Unnamed 10 Poem by Salph Rage

Unnamed 10

Rating: 5.0


The farmiliar beckons
against the coming of the night
The long road home, a dead end street
Murdered dreams that expectations die.
Bitter taste of disappointment
shatters plans into tiny splinters.

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Henry Brown 17 January 2011

A very good write. Kept me at the end of my seat Well done

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