Alone (In A State Of A True Mind)

Alone (In A State Of A True Mind)

A Poem by PoeticFury
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You are not alone though sometime we feel as if we are.

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Alone.....

Alone.....

Alone....

Forced to deal with the hardships of life.

What the hell is the meaning of fun anymore?

Why are we forced to live like mere working drones?

They have money for a pointless war.

Refuse to take care of the poor.

The power to make multiples of something that has no reason to be cloned, yet make more.

Yet they leave the people who need help just that.....

Alone.....

Alone.....

Alone......

They leave some to die under a bridge, and the government helps the rich, but tears down a homeless persons home.

How can you be strong?

When you lost your family?

Everything that you have ever owned?

That this life as you know it is no more, and you live in your own zone.

No one to call when you fall....

You ask what is the point of giving it your all?

When you try to run from life all it does it trip you and fall.

Asking how can I be this way?

What is the point of waking up seeing another day?

Everyone will always have something to say.

They don't care about us. Yet this life has to many people on it.

So please stay....

I need you....

To see you...

To be you....

I am tired of being alone....

In this battle you are not at least by life known.

I am here for you.

You are here for me.

Please don't cut into your skin. Don't ruin a bone.

Don't think of tombstone.

Think of people who feel like us.

No need to feel alone again.

There is no need to live in the thought of fear.

I am no angel.

I am no savior.

Just know that for people like you.

I am Here.

Here

Here

Here.




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© 2011 PoeticFury


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PoeticFury
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