aneurysm

aneurysm

A Poem by Lady Lazarus.
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This winter I spent two months in a mental institution & its scarred me for life.i meet great people though & those people were the only people that made me better.I wish I could still see them.

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the day fades into evening,
all these feelings keep me breathing.
I walked away from everyone I loved.
I fought back when it all got too much.

she sat with me in the television light.
grabbing air in desperate spite.
Lost reflexes she turned to me.
I saw what I had to be.
watch those friends from a distant meter,
realising I can't keep them.
true compassion on my behalf.
they'll turn away and let out a laugh.

I try to stand tall and say....
"I'll give it another chance today"
fleeting romance underlines my nose.
I let it slip to god knows..


One last chance to win the race.
I'll always be a mental-case.
you make out I'm a VILLAIN.
I only wish to make a living.

the girl snaps out of it and turns wearily
to the window fearfully.
I went in saw her standing there.
I came back out and watched her stare.

cherishing the nature from inside an institution.
all these young ones why choose them?


 

 

© 2008 Lady Lazarus.


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This has got something, the best stuff I've read of yours so far. Good stuff, well done!
Jaff :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


wow, i mean ive never been in amental institution, but this makes me feel like i have. thought provoking.

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is a very beautiful poem! =]
I can feel all the emotions in this and picture it right in my mind, and I love it! :)
Very well-written! :]

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Lady Lazarus.
Lady Lazarus.

glasgow, United Kingdom



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'...And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire Can't replace or relate, can't release or .. more..

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A Poem by Lady Lazarus.