Friday, March 8, 2013

Random Short Poem


The cold sets in, chills upon my skin. Reaching for something not
To be found in the fondness of memories abound. Taken the path
Of higher learning while simply waiting with endless yearning.
A passion unfulfilled by lack of motivation and time, to journey without
Heartache divine. Divided our wants our needs, and discrimination when
All we've found is elimination. No truth exists in midnight confessions
Despite all former and previous concessions.  

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