Open Poetry #40 |
life comes at u fast |
droppinginsideout Member
since 2006-08-04
Posts 54TENN |
walking through this room alone i struggle just to step. its crowded and too deep to maunder, im always looking where im going just to hold my rep. the walls lined with doors, some without a line. those are choices made too quick, so unclear goes the mind. everybody's looking worried, whether or not they'll make it. the chance is there they just have to take it. up or down the stairs, i still struggle to walk. the higher the anticipation, the farther i will fall. so i take my steps still slow, it gives me time to think. about the choices i have to make, now that im on the brink. the brink of what? insanity how is that? humanity just the way the world goes round and how i am forever stuck underground. so back to the room filled with emptiness. although i'm "alone" i can tell you this. it's way too crowded in here. ~Jamison~ "feeling sorrow for all the things u had to steal and borrow, bring back the dates we had b4 tomorrow"-red jumpsuit apparatus |
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