Things Getting Harder For Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "Honey Cut"

Submitted: April 13, 2011

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Submitted: April 13, 2011



Things Getting Harder For Me


Never been further from homies

Never felt so alone

Never been lonely like I am

Wonder if things will change

Where's the hope?

Oh no, I'm blinded by sarrow

Can't see tomorrow

Only a repeating yesterday

Over and over again

What the fuck?

I thought we were cool

I thought we were getting

Closer than the rest have

Painfully hurting, I

Cry in shame

Die in vein

Clouded struggle

Pulling me towards

A downward spinning spirel

Caught in a web, I

Am trapped in awkardness

Why can't things be

An easy retreat?

Nothingness now shatters my soul

My broken life

Painfully hurting thru my anxiety

Exchanging no words with you

Inhailing a struggle inside of me

Not exhailing at all

I need attention

I'm not getting it

My heart doesn't understand this madness anymore

I want out of this distruction

I can't get out

How did I ever handle with this before?

Before, I could be by myself

And not give a shit

Befrore, I could stay at home

And not feel tention

Now I'm sick of my bedroom

Sick of my book

Sick of this energy

No release

No ease

It's not easy anymore

I must of been spoiled by the usual welcoming

Now I can't live without being acompanied

So does that make me dead?

I guess

You could look at me and I look lifeless

So quiet and scarey

Afraid of having to lose every one of you

Futureless taers

I shove back inside

Moments of sadness

Come over me out of nowhere

Am I found yet?

I am nowhere

I'm more gone than when actually rolling

Staring at a words I write

One by one

Letter by letter

Line by line

Page after page


Signitures and dates

Songs in my ears

Just glancing at the blankness of the

__rest of the book

More melodies will force me to write

It's all I could do

A writer writes

And that's all I do

And as pilled up as I now am

I feel dizzy just writing this

One poem


09-19-'06 #4

D. L. Cannon

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