Echoes of a Life

Robert Vinciguerra
This is not my life
This is not my curse
This is not how it feels
Things that matter make it worse

The hunger eats away
Emptiness in every single day
There is nothing left to do
This is not for you

Sacrificing all time
Wasted recklessly
Martyrdom finds a way
To justify the stay

Living in a wasted life
Shared with only so few
Living in the passages of the mind
Around every corner there's nothing true

I will find a way
To carry you back home
In the echoes of this used up space
We will find a cure to own

Published by Robert Vinciguerra

Founder of "The Rev. Rob Times," (www.revrob.com) Rev. Robert A. Vinciguerra has been a longtime student of journalism. Currently, he holds a government job where is a technical writer, instructional designe...  View profile

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  • Nina Marshall8/9/2010

    Potent.

  • Kim Smith8/6/2010

    Lovely!!

  • Donald Rothra8/4/2010

    Nice work.

  • Nora8/4/2010

    Very well said.

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