Mandy rachelle Poems

A prisoner
Summer ends
And prison begins
A march to learn, by torture
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IN his right hand, their lay a black tool of power, killing& protecting
In his left a memory, stains of blood tainting it forever
IN front of him laid an unknown future
While behind him, dragged an almost unbearable sack of regrets with mind numbing terrors eroded his every sane thought
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My name, Solomon Radasky
Peace, goodwill, coat maker
Family of 8, son, brother, and lover to no one but god
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LIFE is a fight
Always hard
Struggling through
Rolling about
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