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Poetry By: aaihalbs

I haven't been on Booksie much lately. Well, I'm actually on everyday, but all I do is stare. I'm a time I can't seem to find myself. Thank you to all my fans, friends, and followers. I'm sorry for my absence, my laziness, and my incompetence. When I feel better I'll catch up on everything. I hope this poem explains it.

Submitted:Sep 12, 2011    Reads: 18    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

I did not write all through July -
I laid in bed and wished to die -
The reflection that my old work casts -
Is out of style but made to last -
I'm nothing with a heartbeat -
And each breath draws new defeat -
I'm drowning in a foreign land -
Out of reach of foreign hands -
Strangers are my only friends -
Beginnings, my only ends -
I no longer write or read -
Fail to fill forgotten needs -
Your comments all mean nothing -
And I'm nothing in disguise -
All that once was everything -
Is blind to seeing eyes -
I've forgotten how to live -
And only breathe to relive -
Memories old and clouded -
Reality's forever shrouded -
Nothing's right and all is wrong -
I fear at last that I am -


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