I am stuck in the belly of solitude
i have been writing the same rhyme
from time to time
My pen can't stop bleeding
Many years of pain in vain
my heart is hanging
i want to escape this despair
is there a repair shop for my soul?
torn, tormented, i cannot bare
but there must be a way
out of this jungle of fierce words
my soul is weary
Saturday, February 28, 2009
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