Lost, by Anthonysheets
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Thrashed about,
Beaten and broken.
Understood to be,
Simply a token.
Of insecurity, lies, and mistrust.
Lost in this world of cardboard and plastic,
Sin finds my soul decayed and placid.
What truth can be found from an electron speckeled screen?
Nothing,
Forever,
Never to be seen.
Life is a fiction written by fools,
from inside their safe walls built with misguided tools.
Save me. |
| Posted: 2005-09-19 03:52:45 UTC |
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| 2005-09-19 20:44:46 | Finding Myself♥♥ |
| i love it. so many people feel like that, but very few are willing to write about it. i like that you put words to reality. |
| 2005-09-21 02:20:19 | ill haven |
| hey, my friend. it's abelfrye. good to see you've come. i like this one as well.
this poem is still just as good. |
| 2005-09-21 06:43:09 | tangerine.kidd |
| ...wow, it was such a nice poem. nicely written. |
| 2005-09-24 21:00:09 | abs |
| wow the last three lines are awesome. i really like it :) |
| 2005-11-10 21:06:13 | ~JaLeEsA lOvEs PoLkA dOtS~ |
| I love your words..."Life is a fiction written by fools"...that is so true! Well written. :) |