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I'm not telling

Poetry By: devilrod

Don't ask..

Submitted:Jul 17, 2008    Reads: 115    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

A crisis averted...almost

And my dying continues

That's what life is, in a morbid way

Being born was the crisis

Yet I avoid death daily

I've tried to live with the specter of death hovering around

But that got tiresome

So now I just live

There are no real answers

Avoid truth

Because there is none

But by all means necassary

Search for your truth

Whatever that is from day to day

Our only misery comes from our comfort

And good fortune

Yet I've cried

And I shall again

Tears of suffering

For that is life

And joy

For the same reason

So, I guess what I'm trying to say is...

Bless yourself

Because you are god


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