Into MadnessA Poem by Y.F.
Ceramic shards and broken glass,
are no excuse to call the press, but it's more difficult to see, that all that's broken here is me. I always smile before I cry, and no one ever asked me why - for reasons that I can't explain, I seem relieved to be in pain. A little more would mean a lot, but what exactly, I know not, just give me anything at all, don't stand there still and watch me fall into madness. © 2011 Y.F. |
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Added on June 5, 2011Last Updated on June 5, 2011 |

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