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The Game |
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poe Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 180Heading to China 
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The mind numbing torture has returned Losing grip on the world once again Spiralling down into this pit that I have created My hands clawing at the dirt as it falls back down on me Burying my body in my own contempt Swallowing mouthful after mouthful of my own demented thoughts It has transpired my time has come I am buried amongst those dreams that I once thought were magic Darkening is the horizon As I stare my future in the face My mental well being is slowly falling from its once sturdy place The guilt has become a wretched reminder of my simple existence Where will I be tomorrow when this all come tumbling down Will I still be able to hold together for another day? Or shall I completely lose it all All this torment becomes from a single thought A figment of my imagination makes me play this horrid game Like chess it has begun and it seems to me That I am only a pawn in this game This game we like to call life Tomorrow comes for those who fear it. |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Poe, I can say two words only....Love It. I have felt this feeling you write here at point in my life. I have been enjoying your poetry. :-) |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Poe, this is brilliant - there are many a day where I must cast these thoughts aside in order to move on. |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
hey, that's a really great write, you expressed yourself very well and I can feel your words. My hands clawing at the dirt as it falls back down on me that's me dude. - River "Stained by the sun, I can see colors...colors of mercy washing over me." - 3 Minutes From Home |
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