CRYS

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    CRYS

     From the darkest pits of dispair
    Come's the cry of a thousand damned
    The cries maybe heard from far and near
    What and who make these cries of fear
    The pain all in ear can be heard
    It fills are eyes with tears
    The painful cries we hear
    Comes from the hearts of those we hold dear
    The crime in our hearts replace our fears
    For sin is something some would call
    The mistakes we all have made
    Turns to things we fear
    As the nights turn cold as we sleep
    Our hearts retaliate 
    It helps us heal
    And get rid of the fear.

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    redbloodink commented on CRYS

    11-29-2009

    Raven this is a great write..... I think that fear is a thought that we are always wrong or to blame for a lot of reasons...... But we are born into this... Not stuck with it tho....... Red
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    cmlestrade commented on CRYS

    11-02-2009

    I was told by a former boss that fear is " False expectations appearing true." I hadn't thought of it for years until I read your poem, which by the way is excellent. Watch spelling despair and not dispare. Some great lines, "The crime in our hears replace our fears. wonderful effort.
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    RettaJ commented on CRYS

    10-29-2009

    awww this poem just pours with sadness, yes i agree with dumplin you might want to work on the spelling....reminds me of the trail of tears. good write though
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    shortie13086 commented on CRYS

    10-23-2009

    great job!!!! ty for sharing this poem keep up the good work!!!
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    1990lh commented on CRYS

    10-23-2009

    very nice raven you got your point across, i agree ith you on the concept of fear
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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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