Little King of Sorrows

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Little King of Sorrows Poems

1. A Day Like No Other 3/26/2013
2. A Fork In The Road 2/28/2013
3. A Friend Forever 2/21/2013
4. A Place To Rest My Soul 1/27/2013
5. A Victim Of The Moment 1/25/2013
6. A World Caught Between 3/15/2013
7. Act 2 5/2/2013
8. All Said And Done 2/13/2013
9. Alone 3/14/2013
10. Amen 3/3/2014
11. A-Z 2/6/2013
12. Between You, The Moon, And Me. 6/3/2013
13. Bittersweet Confusion 2/6/2013
14. Bittersweet Death 1/26/2013
15. Black Widow Diddy 4/8/2015
16. Boredom 3/4/2013
17. Chaos Chaos 1/25/2013
18. Chips Ahoy 3/10/2013
19. Closure 1/31/2013
20. Collaboration 2/25/2013
21. Color Blind 3/10/2013
22. Conviction 3/9/2013
23. Crash And Burn 3/18/2013
24. Depression 3/14/2013
25. Diary Of A Wayward Police Force 11/12/2014
26. Divided States 2/25/2013
27. Dog Daze Of Summer (1) 3/7/2013
28. Driveby 4/11/2013
29. Everything 2/27/2013
30. For One More Day With You 3/12/2013
31. Gaurdian 3/6/2013
32. Give It A Moment 3/11/2013
33. Good Morning Broken Heart (Revised) 2/13/2013
34. Good Poem Bad Poem 1/25/2013
35. Haiku Practice? 2/28/2013
36. Have Faith In Me (A Note To My Dear Friend Aswath Raman) 3/18/2013
37. Held 3/12/2013
38. Hope 4/3/2013
39. I Dont Just Hear You. I Hear You! 3/15/2013
40. I Still Exist 4/3/2013
Best Poem of Little King of Sorrows

A Place To Rest My Soul

Life for me was hollow,

Color's were just a shade,

The days just ran together,

Dreams they slowly fade.



Every waking moment,

getting harder than the last,

Hopes about the future,

tarred and feathered by the past.



Smiles a force of habit,

As pure as man-made snow,

Real enough to see it,

But fake enough to know.



My actions like a zombie,

thoughtless instinct to the core, ...

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A Victim Of The Moment

As the winter moon reflects upon the icy river valley,
a soul searches the darkness of his own mind,
where the water of life and resource once flowed abundant,
has frozen over with the changing of the seasons.
A victim of the moment.

The trees, naked and transparent, fall prey to the ever-changing winds,
even among the protection of its own kind, still portrays a lonely and lifeless chill,
far from the summer breeze that tickled it's leaves with joy and meaning,

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