<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364527" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Now It's More Than Seven</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So maybe I thought that I could be satisfied<br>I assure you, I tried<br>But my heart would not corporate<br>Even though I have yet to even recuperate<br>From old scar and old pain<br>My heart still throws itself every which way<br>I seek a peace I cannot attain<br>Because the evil of my heart is becoming my master this day<br>It tries to lead my life and my soul<br>It tries to lead me again as a whole<br>Because giving into darkness is natural<br>Because there's a piece of hell<br>In the innermost parts, locked away, locked- but not secure<br>Locked because there's no cure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Striving for light is what is learned<br>Striving for light should have turned<br>My darkness into that light<br>But instead I'm overtaken by more darkness- blackness of night<br>Darkness, that can be felt, darkness that can speak<br>I've found the opposite of what I seek</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now it's more than seven<br>And I feel farther from heaven<br>Now I've almost lost count<br>I no longer know that amount<br>My heart is like a mirror<br>First darkened and filled with horror<br>And then shattered into pieces<br>And each piece only a fraction of who I once was, if that was anything<br>Criss crossed and broken heart? no more<br>Shattered</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Knox">David Knox</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364527" data-title="Now It's More Than Seven de David Knox" data-description="So maybe I thought that I could be satisfied I assure you, I tried But my heart would not corporate Even though I have yet to even recuperate From old scar and old pain My heart still throws itself every which way I seek a peace I cannot attain Be..."></div> </div> </div>

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