Adopted to a party forsaken
Further filled with pity taken
Awakened to a dreary message
Messing with the dirty dressage
Wounded sturdy for the next
Surrounded by the worst of best
Tricky still to stop the healing
All you have is what you’re feeling.
Disordered.
Categories: Art, Poetry
themischiefmemoirs 
Great rhyme scheme and meter. This poem has both a strong message and powerful feeling. Well done.
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I really like this – it’s resonant and rhythmic.
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love her eyes.
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