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I won't pretend I don't know of your intentions
You've come before me exposed
Your decietful tongue casts you out
And only to you am I closed
Your poisons have entered my body
And this disease has run its course
Soon this entity of darkness
Will reach out and find its source
I know firsthand the abiguity
of words and names and titles
But I do not dwell on what is spoken
And dismiss what were once my idols
How hard it was to concieve
A thought of love or hate
For now all I have is misery
I feel that we must commemorate
Perhaps it is best that we stumble
For when we fall do we know
Of the humility and pride
Of which we so often sow
I've yet to prove myself
And I pray that it is not too late
To find this one I love
And learn to appreciate
Forgive my corruption and ignorance
For I am but a being
Maybe not of this world
But a living breathing thing
I did not come to be ridiculed
Please see me as I am
Both broken and whole together
The offspring of no man
- Title: Lamentations of the Soul
- Artist: Nymunan
- Description: Not my first poem, but it is my first in a while. I do sincerely hope that you enjoy this.
- Date: 10/16/2008
- Tags: floating
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