This bleak world is dying,
And with my heart into the fire,
All forever into ash,
Goes this empire with its liar.
Child no more, I take the blame,
Mastermind of my own pain.
My reverie broken by August's end,
Broken heart no girl could mend.
I owe so many, oh so much,
Twisted lives of my cold touch.
Grave mistake brings grave intent,
For from the Devil was I sent?
Without a doubt I love her so,
Without her love to death I'll go.
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- - - - - This is my first poem, so go easy please - - - - -"Tyger"

Tyger, wonderful poem, wonderful discription of heartache's pain. We fluctuate between our pain and self blame. But time is always a healer and the sun always shines tomorrow if we let it. Keep posting, great depth! MM
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Thanx MM - - - "Tyger"
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seems like you thought a lot about this poem and it means a lot to you i really enjoyed it a lot. you put a lot of emotion into it! Tory
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Thanx for the complement! I try to put everything I have into each poem, perhaps this is why my output is so little. Thank you once again, and I will keep posting - - - "Tyger"
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I love this Tyger, very descriptive! ~Traci