Deluded mindless actions

poem by: Anna Tate
Written on Sep 10, 2017 

The art of my deception was the root cause of my existing pain
Nothing worthwhile to live for 
And the stressful era was not an easy gain.

A downpour of hail inside the storms entailing 
A rainfall that fell with force so great.
That took away everything in life once before me 
Changing the destination of my life fate.

 

Tags: Sad, Rhyme, Pain,

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Braverman waltz commented on Sep 10, 2017 at 6:08pm
tattered notes inside the bottle, an added verse of scattering,a wild thought of empty love a wishful hope gathering.

 

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