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My Hour has Come
Contributed by
bobotheclown
on
Friday, 29th August 2003 @ 12:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I can't stand this anymore
I hear the clock ticking
One minute, one hour
And I'm still stuck hear
Trapped inside this depression
Unable to flee
Locked, immobile my self-worth destroyed
I stand decimated and scarred
My eyes reflect the brokeness
I hide deep within my tortured soul
I'm dying I can feel it
I'm sick of being trapped here
Resticted by these bonds
And whipped by my worthlessness
I hear the voices muttering
I'm held in their iron grip
Like some hapless victim
In an instrument of torture
I long to see my guts spilled
Signifying my impending death,
But they just play with me and laugh
Bitter, I curse the world
God has afflicted me
Water turns to ash
Food to maggots
I can't stand this anymore
I hear the clock ticking
My hour has come
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2003-08-29 00:25:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My Hour has Come
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Friday, 29th August 2003 @ 01:37:29 AM AEST (User
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Wow, Joel...this is deep....
Jenni |
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Re: My Hour has Come
(User Rating: 1 ) by jaeann on
Friday, 29th August 2003 @ 06:23:08 AM AEST (User
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whew.......i'm held in their iron grip....yes....
covet the light my friend!!!! |
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Re: My Hour has Come
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Thursday, 18th September 2003 @ 09:23:37 AM AEST (User
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I can relate to this so much, however I can never put the words I am feeling onto paper the way that you seem to be able to do. Great write |
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