I did not find as much old poetry that I liked. The way I wrote then just doesn't feel right to me now. I guess this happens as we grow, though there are a few here I do like that I will be posting.
Pressing closer the gentle touch,
Vacant eyes wandering away,
Shivers run through rushing veins,
Never a thought for broken days,
Haunted desires free flowing red,
Open wounds never to be seen,
Angels voices ringing true,
Pain and hate finally freed,
Midnight comes weakened knees,
Empty heart flutters inside,
Loss of breath through cracking lips,
Unheard screams soundless cries..
Written by Brandan (Rachyl) Dewitt 10/02/2011
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