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'A's Mental Breakdown

Contributed by SomeDude on Saturday, 28th April 2007 @ 12:08:04 AM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems

Dearest Father, in fictional fame you will fall and I will stand laughing.
Your Lady crippled and hurt-droved with despair but not known where going.
You choke me by the strings and pull it in harder fashion.
By years it dresses by my throat.
A Puppet you say? No this ain’t true no crown clays over the clear sky but that be its very enemy, no.
Nothing controls me but drains the very person I ever loved.
Counselor don’t you think I’m aware that I’m a danger to self?
Don’t you think I know hatred lies in a territorial womb that never heals?
You won’t know, you won’t know.

Dearest Mother, your holy Madonna forever gone-sleep
With your trouser and your bra, always were unkempt.
You cloth yourself with the men on the streets
And never wondered what was ever left.
But ma, I’m a better person.
But ma, I never loved you.
But… you won’t know.

Dearest Brother, you seek for love in false conversations
But your tongue never speaks.
You f---ed her, that’s what you did
And she’s pregnant, she’s pregnant now.
I know how it feels but you won’t know.

Sister do you believe who I say I’m,
That I’m a frown that hurts and nothing more-do you believe that’s who I’m?
Do you believe that I feel and cry but the one that growls and sighs,
Is that who I’m?
Do you believe that I never could?
Do you believe I’m a mental breakdown?

Copyright Â© SomeDude ... [ 2007-04-28 00:08:04]
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Re: 'A's Mental Breakdown (User Rating: 1 )
by darkangeleyes57 on Saturday, 28th April 2007 @ 04:00:44 AM AEST
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Powerful. Words that I can relate too. This was a good poem and I liked the expressions and emoitons that flowed through this beautifully. Wonderful poem.

Take care
Christina

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