I've lost the ability,
To transfer thoughts to paper,
Lost the will to be an individual,
Im just another face in the crowd
That's what you want though, right?
Im okay with just being another number
Really, I am.
Just when its all over,
Don't forget to cross me off the list,
The constant repetition,
Just don't make me do this all again.
Im so far in your game of treachery,
Your mind games are wearing at me,
I would ask for you to go,
But you have what I hold dear,
For that I will suffer,
Forever more.
Please tell me what you think
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Aww, I hate to hear that josh. This poem was beautifully written but sad as well. You should always do what makes u happy. No one can take ur son away from u, as long as you continue to be in his life he'll know ur a good father. I hope the best for u and ur family. And I hope u can find urself again. You haven't lost ur skill to write, ur writing is still inspiring.
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well even though i'm glad you wrote something new, this is sad, even for you. i know you used to have a ton of thoughts that you could just transcribe onto paper, it made me jealous actually. that being said, i loved the ending! very cryptic and poetic. i really hope that find your muse because you're an amazing writer. keep trying in the meantime?
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This is a really great piece and you have talent, so im sorry youve lost your muse. I hope things do eventually come back to you sooner than later, a really great write and i love the first three lines, amazing and a brilliant write again, i love it.
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Good to see you back online; I've missed reading your writings :-) Hope you're getting on okay in real life.
I suspect that the end, "you have what i hold dear" - you're referring to your heart? Or perhaps I'm mistaken.
Because the "i'm okay with just being another number" made me wonder if it's in relation to being a soldier.... But I like how there's a few possible outcomes of interpretations in this. So much poetry these days is just run of the mill.
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