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Lost
I use to wear a smile on my face...
Now nothing seems fun...
I was the brightest star on earth...
When I use to stand next to the sun...
I was a runner of my own show's...
Now an just other victim on the run...
Word's were my bullet's...
Emotion's my gun...
My body was a holy temple for the most high...
When I use to hold on to a Jesus piece like a Catholic nun..
Now nothing seems fun...
I was the brightest star on earth...
When I use to stand next to the sun...
I was a runner of my own show's...
Now an just other victim on the run...
Word's were my bullet's...
Emotion's my gun...
My body was a holy temple for the most high...
When I use to hold on to a Jesus piece like a Catholic nun..
Published 24th Mar 2017
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24th Mar 2017 4:40pm
This is a really interesting poem. Without the title "loss" you already get that sense from the poem itself. By the closing lines, I got the impression it was to do with religion. Welcome to DU. X
1st Apr 2017 8:11pm
What you say in your poem is a clear indication that you renounce Jesus as your Lord and Savior or is it a mood swing?
Anonymous
30th Aug 2017 11:35pm
Excellent rhyming :)
