The Condemned


the world tonight,
past sins have scarred the soul,
not one of the chosen,
yet I question why,
intentions almost always good,
a sinner,
the confession true,
but invisible the wall,
forever an outcast,
unable to sleep,
or dream the dreams of the pure.



Doug Polk

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