Open Poetry #51 |
The Place |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
I would almost find it funny- If I were not so sad- Perhaps I’d even be amused- If I didn’t hurt so bad. For years I’ve tried to push away- All who would draw near- I find that I’ve succeeded… Alas, I find me here- A place, that when surrounded- I still am all alone. And those who tried to love me? Their affections are long gone. A place where only echoes- Of pleasure now exist… The good times long since faded- Into near forgotten mists. A place devoid of pleasure- Yet memories remain- And constantly remind me- “You brought about this pain.” I guess it’s only fitting, Since I have made my bed- That I should occupy it Even when they find me dead. |
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Gloomy, but Good, hugs round the neck to you GsJohn. ~Do You Know That Feeling |
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