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They
Contributed by
tin
on
Friday, 23rd August 2013 @ 10:16:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Always watching, staring. waiting
Catching all that they can see
Always they are in my head
Always they are hounding me
Sleep comes as a fight
Between what I need and what I can allow
It is a delight, yet still a fright
With fear of what they know now
Those I've trusted have fallen through
The cracks I always thought so thin
The only way to make it through
Would be to start it new again
But I've not the strength to cut it short
To see the final act play out
I've not the strength to be headstrong
to throw away my fears and doubt
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2013-08-23 22:16:14] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: They
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 25th August 2013 @ 04:09:05 AM AEST (User
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Whey after the milk curdles and is strained, whey becomes the serum, as in the they that remains. They, which rhymes with whey, weighs into your fears and doubts. You are part of the mix. They knew this just as you did.
But I don't think your poem is about cream cheese instigation.
Proteins are weird, let's just say.
They are you, they are me. You are them. I am too.
Everyone is. Even if they don't know it. And they should.
Right is right, and wrong is still wrong.
You're poem makes me think a lot, I guess you can tell that.
Peace! |
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