Shattered Soul My salvation is my pen The paper my friend My tool is my mind So why have the words turned Turned away from me The river trickles into a dry creek Am I too weak Have I used up my gift Now must I hold in every thought and sin Until I implode And there are no pieces left Left to rebuild this shattered tattered soul? Sean Patrick Marsh
Posted on: Sat, 21 Sep 2013 03:47:21 +0000
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