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 Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 9:52 am
Drowning
The broken window
Was broken a while ago.
But yet there is still sorrow,
And there is still pain.
I can’t sleep at night now,
My dreams are nightmares,
Nightmares are dreams.
Yet I am never found.
I’m just sleepwalking,
I tell myself,
None of this is real,
Nothing is what it seems.
Yet, when I open my eyes
All I see is sadness.
It is coating me with it’s poison,
I’m trapped in darkness.
It’s suffocating me,
Leaving me on its painful noose still.
Someday I’ll be free,
I imagine it.
But what if imagining it…
Just… Isn’t enough?
I worry for this.
Will I still be a dead,
Wanted fool or will I be…
A beautiful swan, happy and free?
Help me.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 9:57 am
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