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Vagabondinmyownmind Junior Member Posts 22 |
Another Chapter closes Another heart broken I am alone to face the world Destroyed emotions will haunt me forever Another friendship lost Another emotional cost Which makes me feel so poor This is not love but from a different angle A friend who knew me faults which are many My trust has been crushed many times before but i continue to bare my soul to people who matter most to me The suffering immediately begins once they are gone and it will last for weeks my mind tweeks because i am alone in my thoughts of you I have burned loved ones before and my secret friend, i implore you to move on and forget about me and don't worry about my messed up brain This brain will haunt me forever and it turns the level of depression up to levels that i can only feel and the war pushes me further into my hole I have no one to explain this to because of the blackness that i have cast over my past I am a monster of emotions The real suffering will begin after you leave and i try to hold onto every last second until you go... but at what cost to myself Lost in deep thought that i don't share with anyone I cannot say goodbye to people It rips me to shreds and it makes me sleep in my lonely bed Again, alone to fight the battle |
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Boomer Styles Member
since 2014-03-02
Posts 194South Side Of Success |
Much to connect to in your poem friend. You relate your emotions very well. Its a long, hard road and those who have never traveled it don't even know it exists. Just you and now me. One ladle serves the soup that feeds the mouths of the many. |
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slatefamily New Member
since 2011-09-10
Posts 1 |
This reminds me of some of my internal conflicts/demons. I don't know about you, but I long for the people who can see my words and understand...or simply appreciate. Carman |
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Boomer Styles Member
since 2014-03-02
Posts 194South Side Of Success |
Words limit our ability to express ourselves, but just try to think without them. Nothing quite like abstract offerings and then wonder why few if any understand. After all, the Tower of Babel wasn't built in a day you know. So are you the one on top or the one on the bottom...or are there even more at home like you? One ladle serves the soup that feeds the mouths of the many. |
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