Waves

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this poem when I was in a bad time in life. Don't make the same mistakes. If you don't think you can make it than take to someone who can help you.

Submitted: February 02, 2017

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Waves

 

I am creative and artistic,

I wonder why we sleep at night,

I hear the waves crashing on the shore,

I see a way out,

I want end the suffering.

 

I am creative and artistic,

I pretend to be happy,

I feel the waves pulling me under,

I touch the sea foam,

I worry about death,

I cry from the pain.

 

I am creative and artistic,

I understand why we all must die,

I say, “I am cured”,

I dream about never taking another breath,

I try to let go,

I hope I never feel pain again.

 

I was creative and artistic.


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