The Banished Poet

So You Ask Why...

Shawn M. J. Mann
Secrets my eyes have seen,

From places I have been,

Painful history past,

My future has no chance to rest.

A thousand tears I have cast.

Nightmares Live inside my head.

A sorrowful heart, beating in my chest.

Living would sometimes be better, if I were dead.

Living would sometimes be better.

Once I felt what could have been,

Now I feel naked within.

Banished Am I.

Banished I Am.

I have no kind,

No kind will have me.

That is why,

Everywhere I have been,

I must flee.

This is why, I am banished.

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  • Angel Sharum11/13/2008

    Sad poem. I really liked this line: Living would sometimes be better, if I were dead.

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