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Open Poetry #42

Untitled Whisper of Help

xTr3m3sT
Member

since 2008-03-03

Posts 415

0 posted 2008-04-07 05:29 PM

The expansion of my arm grabs the reproduction of my inner desires.
This replicates the eternal battle I face trying make my happiness transpire.
For I will never be able to escape the harsh dark black evil that is in my heart,
It consumes me and drives me around, like a human to a shopping cart.

With the cold, bitter hand of reality constantly slapping my face,
I still fight to be able to live a normal life,
Without being in a constant race,
To the finish line of happiness.

For this may be the last time I try to,
End this depression and the obsession.
But I don't know what is a boy to do,
When he is lost in the darkness, empty,
For my body is rotting before death,
And I can't stand the stench of failure.

Robert E. Jordan
Member Rara Avis

since 2008-01-25

Posts 8541
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

1 posted 2008-04-07 06:00 PM

XTr3m3sT,

This is interesting. I like your last line very much. I can't stand that smell either. I use air-wick.

Bobby

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