Existence WithheldA Poem by WynterPhoenixIt’s time to cut the strings, pull the trigger on my life. I’ve given up on insecurities no longer tamed by a knife. I was pushed from my horse, merely out of spite. If only they knew, my soul was never bright. Call on your angels, take back what I never desired. My date is getting closer, though my being has already expired. Visit my grave and grieve remembering my existence. Know that death came easy, I gave much needed assistance. A life I never wanted, one I never really deserved, now rests in the hands of angels, my last breath reserved. I was freefalling into a shadowy mine, a bottomless pit now met. I couldn’t be saved, no matter the amount I bet. A resting place to capture shadows, a gloomy existence held in a measuring cup. It was a hard battle, but I’ve finally given up. It’s time to cut the strings, pull the trigger on my life. I’m giving up on insecurities no longer tamed by a knife. © 2011 WynterPhoenixFeatured Review
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Added on August 26, 2011Last Updated on August 26, 2011 AuthorWynterPhoenixAsgard, TNAboutTo my friends, Don't worry about my leaving this site. I might pop in every now and then, when I have the time but, for the first time...I'm all right. Things are different. My life is changing and.. more..Writing
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