I cannot escape this hurt and anger
sanguine no more
poisoning of my lone soul
They are demonstrative and cruel
your soul leaves the inner thoughts
I am lost and cast away from society


Though I breathe I am not truly alive
Hopes forgotten, dreams untouched, the final end
no solace for the unforgiven they made of me

Alone and Forgotten, I write from my still beating heart
endless tears, prone, my soul forgotten
by all, by none
Wandering to Desolate Winters edge

Ian V. Seymour ©2011

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