The End
16 March, 2009
Author: Everett
I’m a man who doesn’t follow a religion
A world divided carries such a blurred vision.
A childhood memory wanders in my mind.
When the answers to problems were easier to find.
I tell myself that this is the day I change my life.
The day I keep my pen and put away the knife.
I tell myself tonight’s the night I’m able to dream.
The night I don’t wake up to my own screams.
I am confined while fate and hope mask my one fear.
I’ll never be able to hold back my own tears.
I’ll turn off the lights to this nightmare
I’ll find my own way out and a way to care.
My eyes are open but nothing looks real
My hand melts with every touch, I’m unable to feel.
The end hits me like the bitter cold in December
I’ll be sleeping forever and these words will be all I remember.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| LinzAy (71.43.163.83) -- Monday, March 16 2009, 05:22 pm I get a desire to fight and survive, through whatever it may be...but feeling as though there's no chance. Good job :) |
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