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Disjointed

The days give me nothing
The nights I dread--
Another ending of wasted time,
slipping towards more wasted
beginnings.
    Inside the storm clouds rage,
    but I can't fill their hunger,
    their demands.
My eyes are burning--
wanting to wash everything away
and I am struck dumb for finding
a reason.
         Seconds.
         Minutes.
         Hours.
And soon it will be too late.
    I despair but I can't explain
    to myself, why.
  I am--
      even of this I cannot be sure!
 There must be something,
   perhaps tomorrow,
                     I will know.

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Written August 10th, 2005

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  • chimericalhope
    August 10, 2005
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    wow u have no idea how much i relate to this
    even the blah part
    good write u portrayed ur feelings in a very understandable way