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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA 
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Man, I am getting tired carrying this burden on my shoulders Forty years is a tad bit too long, Need to take a break hoping to catch a breath in this life of mine, Often my mind is filled with strife, Shoulders of mine are feeling bit heavy on their own, Need another restless soul like me to carry on, Demons of the past, and failures of future, Engulf this one fertile mind of mine, Thoughts are just like taking shots, whether from a gun or a glass, Feeling a bit of anxiety on how to proceed past this hurt, Even in sleep, nightmares make my head hurt, Permanent knot is what I carry inside the pit of me, Not knowing if I feel finally find release at the end of my life, Moving forward not even a full step a time, To what crimes am I paying for this time around? Being born was not a choice given to me, Forced into this world full of high society, Can’t let my guard down even for a minute, Letting all that I have built fall down brick by brick, Dear world, hear the pain in this poetic verse, And don’t send me out in an early hearse. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
I hear your pain...and recognize it. Was my daily mantra for much of my life. I am a complete recluse, found peace in not reaching for the doorknob. that is not an answer most people can live with and a cause to pain in itself though...so while I can offer no real answers, can tell you they are there. You have to define happiness for yourself, no one else can tell you where it lies. It most definitely does not lie in the early hearse ride out though. Was glad to see you not wishing to take that ride at the end of your poem my friend. Michael |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Thank you for your response. I write dark poetry as a way to provide an outlet instead of other more menacing or damgaging acts. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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