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The Use
Contributed by
Marina
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Sunday, 12th October 2003 @ 02:55:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I would scream if I had breath for it.
I would scream til I could scream no more.
And all the screaming, noise and pain,
Would do no good at all.
I think hope has in exasperation abandoned me
Or I, in my foolishness, have abandoned it.
I care not what happens to myself
For I am of little concern anymore.
There is indeed little concern for the dead.
There is a weight in my heart,
The weight of an abyss.
It hangs and looms and drags
And sinks and winds and winds
Til I am bound.
I do not let myself look up
Or forward or backward,
Just down and out to where I live.
Down and out is where I am
And lost is what I feel.
I have no home or family
No friend or foe, no matter.
I am a mob of misuse.
Full of threats and plans aplenty
Cowardly action or none at all.
I am I and they are they
Things are what they are
And will be what they will be.
And all there is is time.
Time for what or whom.
Time for questions and too many answers.
Answers that come in swift waves
That throw you too the ground,
Bury you under those deep, deep waters.
Deep waters enough to make one blind and full of despair.
Full of despair am I.
Full of anger, spite, and despair.
There is light left but some for me?
I think not anymore and to my own fault.
My own misdeeds, my own self abuse.
I am where I have put myself
And somehow lost my place.
I am neither black or white or any color.
But gray, like mounting storms.
Like faded memories.
Like fog in the back of my mind.
Things I never was nor ever will be,
Gray like me.
The days go by but not for me
For I do not believe them anymore.
My world has stopped,
Stopped and grown rank in its disuse.
I am in the place between things.
The place between the living and the dead,
Where one feels wrong in associating with either.
And I am alone and I am fine for all I am.
I see and think and worry and do
Still, all amounts to nothing.
I am here but I am not.
They see me and they don’t.
For I am but was never meant to be.
There is something sad in me.
Shadows without light
I am shadows and I feel old beyond my years.
I feel jaded, stolen, lost and broken
Old beyond my years.
What is in front of me is nothing,
What is behind, to be forgotten.
And I am here
Waiting for any reason at all.
Copyright ©
Marina
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2003-10-12 02:55:53]
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Re: The Use
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 12th October 2003 @ 07:36:28 AM AEST
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Oh my god this left me speechless, but not typeless lol ;-)
This poem, is really amazing. So powerful and honest. The sadness I felt from it is just..wow. I loved it and I can relate to this poem so much. Keep up the good writing.
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Re: The Use
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by mercedes on
Sunday, 12th October 2003 @ 05:58:29 PM AEST
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| I think Stacy hit on it when she said the poem left her speechless. It was wonderfully written and I too can relate. Great write |
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