Thoughts

Thoughts

A Poem by Js.
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dated 20.01.05

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Ten thirty pm.
I close my bedroom door
As I crawl into my little hole
Where I wait in darkness
For a light
To come and free me from this
So called life….
What is life?

For some reason I always keep waiting
For the light that shines
On me

I’m still waiting
I’m still trying to pretend I’m living
But days keep passing,
Pain keeps coming (again and again)
Anger keeps growing
In me.

Every day the feelings are the same
Guilt, Sadness, Agony…
Is this Life?
Don’t think I have a life
Don’t think there is light
Within me.

Somehow the Skies forgot about me
And denied to save me.

I wish I wasn’t here.
I wish I wasn’t me.
 

© 2008 Js.


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This is deep and I hate to admit but I can so relate, if not now then in another time in my past. Life can be glorious but then again it can kill and bring about despair. You captured the dark side of life quite well. Bravo to you my dear.

Posted 16 Years Ago


wow, deep. it's well written and i like how you repeat some of the lines but change the last word

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Js.

Maputo, Mozambique



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Like many others, my sense of writting is anything but 'normal' (whatever that is). I write what I feel, its deeply real, people often misunderstand it, mistaking it for depression. Being dark and b.. more..

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