Friday, April 18, 2008

who, but me, a spectator to your strife.
a mishapen result of poorly given advice.
arms flailing, a mind so wild.
harnesses unfurl, fury's another a mite.
shackle, bond and salve me
iron fists wring out my feet.
once a giver, now a receiver
of all this pain i greet.

11 comments:

  1. Hee...
    I LOVE this poem..

    I can of course associate myself with all sorts of pain.. Although I'm the harbringer of pain, I also like experiencing it..

    Yes, very weird.. :)

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  2. oops i m very bad with poems.....

    feels like words from a wrestler..lolss..

    but write good..

    thanks 4 cuming in my blog...do cum again..

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  3. Sometimes pain can be beautiful :D Or maybe I'm plain weird.

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  4. pain pain everywhere...
    Little ameen wants to blog..

    huh!!.. Sorry for a bad attempt.

    Al

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  5. pain is probably the best motivator to want to dig yourself out of the ditch that you find yourself in... beautifully expressed...

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  6. nice poem:) u got me all thinking:)

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  7. You ok? :) Haven't seen you in blogsville lately. Tc!

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  8. I like the comment on Poorly Given Advice - great thought to expand on!
    ~Melissa

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