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What blurs the lines Of right and wrong? Makes the weak Become the strong? Holds us captive Day by day? Releases us But still bids us stay? Calls us deep Into the night? Makes us give in Without a fight? Lies before us All the time? Wills us to believe That it is no crime? Draws us closer With every shove? Fits in our lives Like a hand in a glove? Causes us pain When we can't take more? Drops us hard On the cold, stone floor? Makes us believe In a thing called love? Disguises itself As the thing above? Finds our pains And deepest fears? Uses them to Keep us near? And try though we may We never escape From the deathly grasp Of this thing unnamed.
Poem (c) LovelyViolence
Anyone with an answer is welcome to share. I'm dying to know it, myself.
lovelyviolence added this comment 2010-09-13 16:03:59-05:00
Thanks. :)
sweetlytragic added this comment 2010-09-12 18:19:15-05:00
Life? I'm not really sure. That's a really good question. Anyway, I like this a lot. It flows very nicely. :)
chalkdawg added this comment 2011-05-22 18:44:59-05:00
Nice picture and great poetry! 5 woofs.
lovelyviolence added this comment 2010-09-13 16:03:59-05:00
Thanks. :)
sweetlytragic added this comment 2010-09-12 18:19:15-05:00
Life? I'm not really sure. That's a really good question. Anyway, I like this a lot. It flows very nicely. :)
chalkdawg added this comment 2011-05-22 18:44:59-05:00
Nice picture and great poetry! 5 woofs.