Life; or what we think it is

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"one steps back to look at the reality - I step back to find the holes in reality that I can jump through to keep dreaming" -CMG

Submitted: January 13, 2012

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The plesent, overwelecomed thud of failure 

is making the backs of my eyes bruise,

and my throat sweat.

Those flashing moments of absolute regret

So what feet am I left to stand on?

 

The Bubbling of blood fills my bent joints;

friction, fingers pressed to temples.

Staring at nothing and seeing it all -

the stunning climax and the beautiful fall

with no arms to reach out with.

 

A tainted mind and a tattered soul

In a world of wishes - of meaningless goals.

Of ground we once stood, and trees we once stole.

Of bones that will heal, from the shit we are told.

 


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