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poetry, poem, sorrow, hurt, everything |
Rejection, the ultimate defiance of mankind’s sorrow in which it takes place Some consider it a sport, while others so much as a ritual Rejection, the ultimate confiance of some to who it is a ritual Sorrow struck three years ago, stabbing me in the back A stranger two years before, hoping to keep its absence eternal Eternal, never to be seen again, nevertheless nothing is eternal A deep emotion and state of mind that no medicine can clinically cure Depression and sorrow, feelings vague but are truly there In the darkness a feeling for her deep down within The heart of a stranger, to whom to her feelings never in reality existed Sorrow struck my heart and sliced it in half, leaving imprints of her never to be healed A feeling for her will for ever and a day be there, a spot in my heart Will have her name written atop a stone, stating reserved for her The one who sliced my heart in two and left me to die If she shall return and try to mend it back to one, the feeling of sorrow will overpower Rejection, the ultimate defiance of mankind’s sorrow in which it takes place By: Tyler Saunders |