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Weird Feelings

Poetry By: MorganLitchfield

Where it lands.

Submitted:May 30, 2012    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Nothing I do can I succeed,

Not worth trying,

Their nashing words I will feed,

I will feed into them,

And their evil words I will heed,

I'll give up,

Falling down fast, hopefully you will see,

In the graveyard,

Maybe soon you'll realize it was me,

Pushing forward,

Cannot tell whom I want to be,

Is there hope?

There is nothing more I would want,

But there's not..

So my spirit it will haunt,


Soon will follow me and taunt,

Finding my way,

There's a lot I would like to do,

Frozen still,

But I'm too hypnotized by you.

A little scared,

So there's only one thing that I can do,

In control,

My life now is in my hands,

No more fear,

Bury my body where it lands.


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