August 20, 2008 at 8:02 am (common interest)
Tags: art, entertainment, life, men, mitta, mittx, poems, poetry
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I wrote this on poemhunter.com
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You drive me insane
Your internal torture keeps my blood pumper in pain
My tears fall on each and every day
My face, like the river filled with drops from the rain
I weep and I weep in vain
As your harmful voice won’t stop nor fail.
I’m scared, Oh God I’m afraid
Your face, your body, and your hands I see still on that photo frame
Go away I plead, leave me as I have lain
All my thoughts, anger and fame.
My words are gone and I fail one word to say
My heart ponders, I wonder, I cease and I pray
Asking the Lord to take you out of my way
No! Why? I sigh, I call upon him as I crave
To see thy and His name
I can’t, I won’t utter any word, and your name makes me pale
My heart races and I wonder why God formed a male
As now my life will never ever be the sameMitta Xinindlu
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August 20, 2008 at 7:12 am (common interest)
Tags: decisions, head, home, king, leader, life, man, men, mitta, poet, poetry, xinindlu
Does it have to be the man who makes the decisions in the home. Could a home be solid without the man or is he the foundation, the stone and the light of it…tell me now?
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