Pain
Lurking it is always there,
Accomplice to neither Death nor Life,
Dark nor Light.
It is gray, not violent
not calm,
just numb.
In the face of adversity.
Then you cry.
The End
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It was inspired by the Quote "The End is the gray beginning of Heaven. ~ Unknown" So in this poem I tried to look at Death from an artist responding to the work of another artist speaking directly to the work as if it were aliving breathing thing. Ironic really considering what death actually is.Feel free to add your own poems. No special theme is required.
The second poem was written quite some time ago, back in grade seven. It isn't about talking drugs or anything. It is looking at what an obsession is to the person who has one, the persona is an obsessed person speaking to someone else, who has critized them.
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was posted on Jul 4, 2011 by
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