The future deceased,
Crippled and fragile stumbling towards it,
Indisputably merciless the wrath,
Fate unforgiving and unchanging,
Reminding the pain to go away,
Holding furiously for dear sanity.
Running and dodging,
All of life's horrors and pains,
Following the opposite paths,
In the opposite ways,
All to end up on road to ruin.
Within my subconscious,
There exists a hope,
But shrouded by fear and disaster it lays,
UN able to retreat from this void,
But UN willing to quit just yet,
One more string holds me from doom,
And only one string I need,
to finally realize life is worth living...
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Written January 19th, 2005
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I'm amazed at how well you can write... please write more...
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I like this, its well written. Keep writing, you have great talent. If you want, leave me a comment on one of my poems. Thankies.
JAX -
I like the repitition-it is very well written-it is dark-although it is ment to be so I guess it makes it better I think that you must have put I days worth of effort into this beccause It does seem like the kinda poem you think of when you are walking down the street or reading a book-GOOD JOB!!!



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