Before It BurnsA Poem by Adam Greenfield
At what point
do you cut your losses
and yourself
and say,
this is not living?
I could easily
with no hesitation
end it today
and feel
I did the right thing
because one can only
take so much
of losing
before it burns
all the joy out of life
like the sun
clearing the fog
on a summer’s morning.
It seems harder
to remain alive
with the continuous barrage
of rocks
thrown my way,
stoned but not feeling
I’ve laughed
I’ve cried
I’ve held hate in my hands
I’ve bled contentment
and still it’s not enough
to feel alive
or worth it.
I’ve given all I can
all I have
with nothing in return.
© 2008 Adam GreenfieldReviews
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10 Reviews Added on June 5, 2008 Last Updated on June 5, 2008 AuthorAdam GreenfieldSan Diego, CAAboutI have the strangest desire at all times to take words and manipulate them to make you see what I see. Create your own visitor map! more..Writing
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