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cant think
cant love
cant drink
cant shove
cant eat
cant hate
cant claim defeat
cant have a clean slate
cant wish
cant hope
cant handle this
cant cope
cant dream
cant die
cant see
cant ask why
cant run
cant have peace
cant have fun
cant breathe
cant keep
cant wake up
cant sleep
cant face up
cant accept
cant kill
cant grow yet
cant feel

life is endless, an emotional whirlpool, filled with the black of dread and depression and the ever-fading brights and pastels of false affection.

what do i truly feel. nothing. life is a bottemless pit. as one searches the bottom they die of starvation before that reach it.


who am i really. no one. life is a racetrack. no one ever wins this race. no one ever reaches the finish line. engines die. tires go flat.

where am i. no where. life is like a cloud. it is drained of the rain that once made it stand proud


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by modern_day_holocaust

angsty
This was an interesting poem, although the theme bothered me a bit. I think you pulled it off pretty well though. A nice mix of sad and resentful.

( Posted by: Darkshine Raven [Member] On: October 18, 2003 )





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