story begins — he tried once then fell;
alone was he when he did;
yearning for more when troubled;
yearning for more, the pain doubled.
no guidance;
the devil sees his chance;
no future — "let him drown!"
oh, his poor soul dragged down.
tortures does he do;
torture sees him, too;
others let him fall;
they gave no pity at all!
dying, unknowing;
his guardian angel helplessly crying;
ruined his life — can't blame him;
the people around him pushed him.
drugged, high — alone at last;
alone forever — so young but ghast;
ruined his tomorrow;
the rope seizes the end of his sorrow.
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
