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This Time |
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Maddy vanD Member
since 2003-09-06
Posts 99Newfoundland, Canada |
This is another of the poems I wrote in the hospital this summer, as you can see a somewhat scattered piece. THIS TIME I get so confused its frightening Sometimes I don't get it at all The lights are on but I still can't find the door I try so hard, but it ain't enough I think I might make it this time If I could just leave this room Sometimes I don't recognise anyone And don't understand what they say And the softest whisper sounds like a shout Even my shrink can't explain it to me I think its time to embrace the sorrow I think its time I reaped what I've sown I think I might make it this time If I could just find the way out Like the taste of wine It's hard to define Just why I think I ain't real Why I slept with that man Why I cut open my own hand I just needed something to feel I dance with ghosts and angels I can't see I walk through the night and hide all day And I'm sure someone somewhere has the key But who or where I can't say So I'll keep telling myself That there's no place like home And try hard to believe it this time Try to chase away the doubt Wish I could find the way out |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
A squeeze, a  and a shoulder...sending them to you.  Shara @-->-- Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer! |
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