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Weathered the Storm
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Weathered the Storm |
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UseTheIllusion Member
since 2006-02-06
Posts 223In a state of limbo |
Peace of mind, Still alive, Once nothing really mattered, Except the hills I climbed. The world rested on my shoulders like those of Atlas, I maintained my eternal scowl, the mistress of silence, From time to time I would give in to needless violence, Occasionally taking out my anger on those whom I deemed mindless. I wallowed about in misery, My ups and downs ruled my reality, I was defined by my prognosis schizo, I sought a non existent pillow, To rest my head upon the ground, And now the words are clear and loud… The silence of the battlefield deafens my ears, For several years I was defined by my fears, I still deal with the masses blank stares, But I know they don’t exist, Outside my head, I have already switched gears. My dilapidated vehicle which drove me to destiny, Is now repaired, though I still tend to drive blindly, Still drive drunk, Still have demons in my trunk, Still, go on I must, Constantly pursuing the hunt. Happiness is within my reach, Every bump in the road was another lesson taught to me, My self is not yet complete, I have found my peace of mind, I have weathered the storm, But still have some pieces to find. |
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