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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.


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.


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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