Open Poetry #31 |
(As I open the door...) |
alan6501 Member
since 2004-01-03
Posts 89PA |
As I open the door I feel that there's more Than these four walls... I'm always yearning Never just accepting What I have is what I have The grass always seem greener On that other side I cannot seem to hide From this itching That gets under my skin I've let it win I'm a slave to the world Screaming while locked in chains Internally I bleed While I prick my finger To make sure I'm still alive... *************************************************** |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
so very true and a very good write, Alan... I feel this way, often. M |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Yes, very nice! |
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