This life

by martha shaw   Jan 20, 2006


Consumed by nothing but anger,
The path of life I have chosen
Only makes me wonder
Why God had it stolen.
Maybe it was for a reason,
it seems like it's changing like the season.
I wake up with hate,
Distorted images of memories
that will never fade.
confused and fustrated,
Thoughts of being jaded.
Every fall,
I can only stand tall.
There's always a lesson to be learned,
someone to be heard.
A story to be told,
So sit back and let life
Unfold.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Lenny

    It has a strong start then drifts a bit in the end. Good message.

  • 18 years ago

    by aaron c s

    Great rhythm. great choice of words. great ending. no feeling...

  • 18 years ago

    by Emma

    Wow that was short yet it was amazing. i loved it. Keep up the good work.
    Emma 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Really nicely done!!!

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