Some Poems of Mine
The Plea
Enter the many dungeons of my mind
I realized mine was one of a kind
Come on feel my pain inside
I desperately need a place to hide
Sometimes I tremble with fear
A feeling that is heavy to bear
Walk with me now while you can
I know it is easier said than done
Hold my hand and heal my wound
Up till now, cure has not been found
Everything is slowly turning dark now
Do not leave me, make a vow
I wonder what could be next in line
Before it is the end of time
022807
Enter the many dungeons of my mind
I realized mine was one of a kind
Come on feel my pain inside
I desperately need a place to hide
Sometimes I tremble with fear
A feeling that is heavy to bear
Walk with me now while you can
I know it is easier said than done
Hold my hand and heal my wound
Up till now, cure has not been found
Everything is slowly turning dark now
Do not leave me, make a vow
I wonder what could be next in line
Before it is the end of time
022807
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A warrior’s yell
The agony of falsehood is taking its toll
Every inch of hope left, now begins to fall
Cry hard young man, take your chances now
Before you run out of fields to plow
Every step you make should be specific
No room for error, it must be picture perfect
Time is dripping in a flash like water
If you do nothing, you will surely falter
If the fangs of frustration get you, stand up
Do not lie like dead, gather your senses & get up
Though beaten black & blue, fight back
The battle is not won by just pure luck
Every misery can be veil as treasure
Hold your heart & discover the future
030807
The agony of falsehood is taking its toll
Every inch of hope left, now begins to fall
Cry hard young man, take your chances now
Before you run out of fields to plow
Every step you make should be specific
No room for error, it must be picture perfect
Time is dripping in a flash like water
If you do nothing, you will surely falter
If the fangs of frustration get you, stand up
Do not lie like dead, gather your senses & get up
Though beaten black & blue, fight back
The battle is not won by just pure luck
Every misery can be veil as treasure
Hold your heart & discover the future
030807
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