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Darksong said:
on November 8, 2009 02:40 AM ET
Faith
Empty is the world watching
Racing sporadic persuasive screams,
Blending moments of time, sliding sentience for truth,
Forcing thoughts from hidden spots frustrations felt.
Possession of mental state awareness heartfelt drop,
Robbing my sanity of all real thought.
Imagine hopes and wishes only pondered
Reality is essence of faith holding all too tight.
Belief is strength in which remains truth.
Testing thoughts to ponder unseen,
Rest assertive urges in minds.
One image of things unknown,
Easing coming times;
Scott B
©Copyright 2009
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Darksong, this poem is very personal, cryptic with your insight into the past. It's as if you're still struggling with your past like "forcing thoughts from hidden spots frutrations felt". I feel that you're looking toward the future when you can re-write your own script of life.