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Rusted wires of hate twisted my mind.
Massive weight of stress pressured more and more.
Unbreakable seal, sealed me from within.
Urging to break through, to break free.

The sound of hopeless lifted my eyes to see.
Nothing but heat seeking through me.
Trapped in a dark, hot cage.
I struggled to go, again hopeless lifted my eyes.

Burst of anger shouted from my mouth.
The million thoughts of hate came over my urge to leave.
Hopeless lifted my eyes to see heaven.
I've no need struggled anymore.
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Hate controls us.
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mimle's avatar
beautiful! wonderful!

..:::[mimle01]:::..
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Clair's avatar
very good poem...I like the descriptive words you've used..keep on writing!
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