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Freedom: Act 1, Scene 1
Bleeding memories
Trampling insecurities
In dampened breaths
Of an unforgiving eternity
Ruins on my path to tranquility
A cemetery of scars
Solitude infecting my soul
Penetrating seeping wounds in my subconscious
Overdosing on a stagnant reality
That burns the skin from my blind eyes
Trampling insecurities
In dampened breaths
Of an unforgiving eternity
Ruins on my path to tranquility
A cemetery of scars
Solitude infecting my soul
Penetrating seeping wounds in my subconscious
Overdosing on a stagnant reality
That burns the skin from my blind eyes
Published 6th Dec 2009
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6th Dec 2009 11:10am
...already rising from the ashes in your title for this one. I suspect it doesn't get much darker - or does it? I hope even 'blind eyes' can remember to look up.
Anonymous
6th Dec 2009 1:14pm
thats a beauty, this poem is very feelingful and evocative Kandice,I like it a lot.
8th Feb 2012 4:12pm
