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Randy Mitchell Poem
This rage within masters me,
Robs me of my dreams.
leaves me bitter reality.
This sadness consumes my mind,
It seems,
And I cry.
I cry for the one I have not now,
but once I held.
Proud banner of love was once my shield.
I cry for the child, that comes from my seed,
now not here today.
This rage within masters me,
and steals my soul away.
Copyright © Randy Mitchell | Year Posted 2006
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