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Poetry: Bitter Poetry
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by MN SexKitten

Sin, silence, and thoughts that emerge unending, for my pain never ceases. To be truthful my confidence is growing too thin. What will become of me if I listen...give in to the voices that dwell deep within?

I sit, I ponder, with every second lasting a moment longer. These lonely nights, through the dark I tend to wonder. To the darkness and lifeless night I grow fonder.

As I steal my seconds from father time, walking my life in these shoes as if they were mine. There is something that I long for, but can't seem to find. Only to live life to its fullest, instead of a mime.

Each second my thoughts grow stronger, every moment longer than the last. Now I have lost track of time, how many hours pass, and days that have past. My life is moving so fast. The tears roll down my face and fall into a puddle in an endless embrace, how long will this last?

Although I may look and appear to be sane, its my mind that refuses to become tame. The feeling that dwells in me, that cant be silent and cant be set free, it is hurt, agony by any other label still means the same. Not only are we cursed by our actions but also by a name. What is it with a name? A human being is the same no matter who they claim. What brings a person fame?

My mind is set free,
now I can sit and be simply me. Look at me for once,
out in the open for all to see.

Everything is so clear. the mind shuffles all kinds of things around inside from thoughts to questions to the things that we fear. As I sit motionless I wonder what has become of the one I held so dear. Sad and alone, laying practically lifeless, and yet I know he is near.

Hovering over me, watching me.

Whispering hateful nothings in my ear. Even though I wish sometimes I wish I couldn't, he is all I seem to hear. A taste to rid the pain, only known to cause more engulfs my taste buds, only known as beer.

The emotions-the stress that seems to be taking over. My mind seems to keep telling me how I'm easily a pushover. These meaningless actions that seem to take over, where is my four-leaf clover?

If it is not enough-my heart is aching not even really breaking, just empty, A horrible empty feeling that leaves me so unsatisfied. What is it that I do wrong, is there something that I could have tried? I know it only appears to help when I cry. Should I have try? Why bother I'll never fly.

 
 
 
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