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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: 76 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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