A Ponderance upon ExistanceA Poem by Psykolabe
We all began life the same
What makes us different? Souls composed against the great melody Hearts comprised of the love we all once had Where did it all go? How many friends did I have? How many people did I care about? Why are they all gone? My failure, I never did anything just right. Never succeeded at anything. Oh well, its too bad really. I guess I'll never have that "feeling" Just that horrible void I procured so long ago. That bitter medicine to swallow. Everyone I tried with, everything I wanted to do. Anything I could believe in. Snatched away, In a single breath. What have I done? What kind of god could do this? Do you see me crumbling apart? Can anyone see its broken my heart? It's broken my sprit, my drive, my will. All that was the medicine I was forced to swallow. What remains is simply hollow. A husk of the animal I once dreamed of being. Everything, Impossible to accomplish Impossible to love Impossible to care And whats the point? I can't even dream anymore, Can't even think. And friends. All the ones I'll never meet All the ones I've chased away Just tossed my heart into this maelstrom. All the people I care about now, How well do they know me? All these thoughts going around and around, Bouncing around inside my head, I'm just about ready to erupt in a proverbial volcano of emotion. But then I remind my self, No one cares. So why should I? © 2010 PsykolabeReviews
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