Is It Possible

Is It Possible

A Poem by PoeticFury
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I often ask as well

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Is it possible to have your heart broken by someone who does not even have it in their possession?

Is it possible that indeed the wrong thing to do, or the natural thing to do is right?

Wondering if this life is worth taking into consideration. yet one is trying to hide his or her fears behind fake perfection?

Is it possible to be told that you did nothing wrong, yet your inner feeling overlapped by words clouds your judgement is really the closet thing you have to a friend.

Is it possible without that is it that one will be truly alone?

Is it possible to say that on this day we have already died, and that today, or tomorrow, or even sometime next year someone you care for may unwillingly will make you cry?

Is it possible to say that we all are zombies with skin, and till we get killed by our own kind as we do so much down here till we go to the afterlife wherever that may be that is the time we can say we are alive, and we live for real again?

Is it possible that this life is jail without the bars, and rails?

While inside that box where people are serving life is better.

You don't have to worry about trouble from the outside world.

Plus you don't have to worry about going outside into this world that is sometime damned and get killed.

Is it possible that actually the dark may be light.

That the only way to defend yourself is to not talk people out of things, but stand up for what you believe is right?

Is it possible that lies can save you?

That in order to overcome the odds. Brave is not something that you learn and wish for it is just something that you do?

Is it possible that life is just a game, and the way to win it is to see who can cause the most pain.

No matter how one looks at it. We all are who we are.

For those who know me, and for those who know you as the reader we believe in what we believe, and we all think on our own terms.

Let the past be where it was set to rest and burn.

I am me........

I am the art of thinking and emotion, so take me as I am please cause I am not lying.

Is it possible to live like you dying?

It may be, but we are us, and I am me.

The reality is there is no need to judge cause we all face things in life that hurt, and help us not to mention all things are possible which to me, and other wide thinkers leaves endlesspossibilities.


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© 2011 PoeticFury


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PoeticFury
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