Words without actions are the assassins of idealism. - Herbert Hoover

Life Corrupted

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Silence the beauty found within my pain, For never before have they seen my light, Since time forgotten, the visions insane, How destiny ignores the beggar’s plight, Hollow the man and infected his youth, The sins of a father still unknown, The voices of angels distorting the truth, Would acts of passion be condoned? Twisting turning like metal shards in the pit of my stomach, The broken mirrors from yesterday do not reflect fate, On dark waves of smoke my mind removes the magic, Left with these walls to whisper the sounds of hate. Will tomorrow come and offer new ways to cope, But not all can live with things immoral, So who will teach me to persevere, believe and hope? And leave behind my good friend sorrow.

© sorrow


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