In 1999, when my life was crashing down around me and I was falling apart at the seams, I wrote a poem. This is how it was for me. It´s why I had to find my self – why I had to get my self back.
AN EROSION OF TIME
Thick lashings of anger, whipping, cutting with razor-sharp edges the tender skin of innocent youth. Loud cries of pain, desperate, piercing, in vain. Bleeding wounds marking forever the trusting soul of innocent youth. Injustice reigns, triumphant, supreme. Lost forever, the loving heart of innocent youth.
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