Open Poetry #37 |
OS6-H3 |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Pain me to the core, Rip my heart, spirit, and soul, Leave me in despair. Make all life unsure, Where everyone is so cold, And noone will care. Is there nothing more, But painfully growing old With no joy to share. Gloom |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
some people live day to day and others use their eyes to view and plan the path to tomorrow~~~ interesting series M |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
this reminds me of me, I go to bed fine, and wake up with injuries????? Cheer up Gloom, if we make the same assistant care living place, we can have wheel chair races....ok? Hugs Lee J. |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Nakdthoughts Pleased you enjoy the series Thank you, LeeJ, After seeing those places I’m not sure I want to end up there I’ll probably just find a nice hole and pull the cover over Letting the end come Gloom |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I believe the saddest thing there is in life is to grow old alone I hope you don't, my friend |
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