Last To Know.

by Teria   Sep 28, 2007


Last To Know.

Childish minds await defeat,
dreams lie open, incomplete.

Forms of self-worth turn to vile,
each individual soon defile(s).

With nothing left to even lose,
mind changing, unable to choose.

What's left awaiting? - - Nothing at all.
What's left awaiting? - - Demon's call.

Forever dreaming of what could be,
missing truths beyond ability to see.

And, I'm the last to know - - awaiting defeat.
While dreams lie open, incomplete.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Independence Forever

    You had me from the first defeat to the last incomplete, very good

    your servant:
    atticus

  • 17 years ago

    by Lisa

    Great work!
    keep it up
    -Lisa

  • 17 years ago

    by Mary

    Great poem. I like the rhythm and rhyme. keep up the good work :]

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