Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Your would be poet…Eternity
I can’t write!
I’m no poet!
My feeble tries undoubtedly show it
I’m done
I’ve had it
I’m up to here!
I hate, I hate the living
Their being near
Why do I stay!
No reason, no way!
No rhyme to the rhythm!
I’m in my own, perpetual prison
IN my bars formed form my thought
I can’t be what I should be,
THAT IS ENOUGH!
I have far too much time!
With nothing to look forward to,
Nothings there to comfort me!
But O’ what could this all mean to you,
Do you know what I feel?! what I mean?!
Nothing true will come to me,
I know what love is…
As I know so many things!
This!! THIS!
This is the thing I can’t express.
Do you know? What Its like to know,
Know of things
You’ve never felt or seen, nor done before!
I can not say here
Can’t use a word, I know
To show you what it like to be,
To see
To feel
To smell
I am, I am, insanity
……………………………….........
Until I break and seal fate,
Your would be poet…
Eternity
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