A hollowed heart I bring in hand
my own accord, ne'er your demand.
But still I'm sat on knees long bruised
Forgive me lord my soul misused
But what's a god to chambered hearts
With veins long scarred walls torn apart
Dear lord I'm scared l'd rather die
Than kneel once more before my pride
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Hem (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My kindness is not endless. I am human.
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We will all have our limits, some lower than others, nicely expressed and written
We all have our weakness' and some more than others, never the less I believe that we all do the best we can under the circumstances with the tools that we have to work with at that time. This belief allows me to hold no grudge against others or self. A well written poem with moving sentiment
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