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A prose poem by


Submitted Mar 9, 2015, 4:21:47 PM

A New Kind of Love

he scars of the past

rotten in the beds on the skin

knowing that they are gone

but still feeling the pain within

and when one finds good

and a chance for something new

it is difficult to know

how to adapt to

a new kind of life

with no predators or snakes

a new kind of life with love and forgiven mistakes

used to broken spirits and negative thoughts

a new kind of life doesn"t seem a possibility that was taught

a new kind of life with goodness and happiness

a new kind of life with peace instead of violence

and I sit in the silence

ready to get up

a new kind of life

yeah, that"s what I want


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Commented Nov 7, 2008, 2:43:22 AM
Superb description of an addict in the advanced stages of their addiction.