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without hope
Salted tears
Bitter and unwelcome
To the taste
A sickly soul
Not yet, ready for an open heart
Broken people
Who dreadth in despair
We carry shackles
In this valley of broken dreams
We are the unclean
Not welcome
In the human race
Confident only in death
This is our living nightmare
Hope is only whispered here
Where faith is lost
Woe the unconquerable bond
Bitter and unwelcome
To the taste
A sickly soul
Not yet, ready for an open heart
Broken people
Who dreadth in despair
We carry shackles
In this valley of broken dreams
We are the unclean
Not welcome
In the human race
Confident only in death
This is our living nightmare
Hope is only whispered here
Where faith is lost
Woe the unconquerable bond
Published 15th May 2012
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15th May 2012 5:18pm
A very heartfelt and provocative write..This is truly written by someone with deep and complex feelings, fc
