Self-loathing Son

A Poem by Tom Friel

Oh selfish heart
Your blood be it shared
Fleeting is the pulse
In life, nothing's spared
Words they must rise
Vacant stares stare at me
Shallow be the man (?)
Who writes as he bleeds

© 2008 Tom Friel

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Added on June 3, 2008
Last Updated on June 4, 2008

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Tom Friel

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Not much to say, an average guy, more or less. more..