Untitled Poem by Chey King

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The waves of pain are coming down now
Crashing against your suspended frame.
Hung by the neck, your sorrows dangle,
Following you down your path of destruction
Built by the battered bricks of lies
And the cement of all consuming cowardice

March 2010

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