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Through the Haze

Poetry By: Nessly305
Memoir



This is one of my best i think


Submitted:Nov 2, 2006    Reads: 418    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


Being free is an illusion, just like everything and everyone.

Black is all i feel, this surely isnt fun.

Stuck in my own mind, knowing nothing.

Weak and powerless, but still always craving somthing.

I cant see into the future, and i cant remember the past.

Mind and heart as cold as a stone, i wonder how much long i can last.

Wishing the rain in my head would stop, so could see through the haze.

As my death draws nearer, i have certainly seen better days.

Only a few left to love, i have lost all will.

Showed you my pride and sympathy, but it was not for you to steal.

So i kindly ask for it back, as i tear away.

All this pain and misery i will happily repay, it will be this way......





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