My Grace is Gone...
My fingers itchfor a blade...
To feel the bite,
then the pain...
The deeper I go,
the harder I fall...
The blood trickles down...
Where has my grace gone?
My Grace is Gone...
My fingers itchDevinMcNabb commented on My Grace is Gone...
07-30-2010
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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