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this poem is, once again, a darker poem, perhaps bordering on suicidal in nature, yet i hope it captures a sense of yearning to live, but also a realisation that, in truth, we must die, before we can truly live.


Submitted:Jan 2, 2010    Reads: 77    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


My eyes look out, the world find,

The plaguer of my troubled mind,

My prison whichI can not flee,

This world in whichI cant be free.

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So I must live, devoid of life,

In this world of hate and strife,

Though my mind still fights, my mind still toils,

Still deep dark thoughts divide the spoils.

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Until my mind, with thunderous might,

Breaks its bonds, in joyous flight,

Then as my soul takes to the skies,

I breathe my last, and close my eyes.





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