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Posted by Phil on March 15, 2002, at 8:39:04
I wish I knew
What others know
Overcome the past
Learn the lesson butEmily Dickenson
I think would be
Enough to captivate
My thoughts todaySeems ironic
Love's anorexia means
I lack skills pretending
To understand the needFreedom for me
Is prison for you
My broken poverty
Is home in all I seeI never believed
The angry shroud
Bleeding inside of me
Could distort love, so unrecognizablyForget the future
The well laid plans
Others come by easily
Hopeful, looking forward, it's meaningless to meA life energy forgotten
Death sripped from me
The need for me to see again
Love's possibilityMy friends few they are
I've shunned contact purposely
Hoping blindly they could forget
The essence that was meAcceptance isn't self-pity
Understanding this to me
Brings no solace to a heart
Too weary to believe
Posted by kid_A on March 16, 2002, at 18:41:40
In reply to Beware: Amatuer poet!!, posted by Phil on March 15, 2002, at 8:39:04
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