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Rusted
The rusted bed discolored,aged
Made a groan as I lay
Decrepit soul Ive become
My body slowly going numb
Out the window sky so bleak
Barely seen through the streaks
Something stirs beyond the door
Water drips on the floors
My failures catching up with me
Turning hopes to pale dreams
Leave me now as I decay
Rusted to this rotten frame
Made a groan as I lay
Decrepit soul Ive become
My body slowly going numb
Out the window sky so bleak
Barely seen through the streaks
Something stirs beyond the door
Water drips on the floors
My failures catching up with me
Turning hopes to pale dreams
Leave me now as I decay
Rusted to this rotten frame
Published 24th Feb 2013
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24th Feb 2013 6:02pm
25th Feb 2013 4:41am
I liked both the poem and the photo. They both show a depressed dark emotion, and hopelessness
A great pen
A great pen
25th Feb 2013 1:59pm
