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My Thought-Filled Journey

Contributed by bluoreo on Wednesday, 25th February 2004 @ 03:38:09 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems



Days after the incident
The wound is still fresh
Walking to my destination, I ponder
About anything really
Trying to find a way to make things seem better
I run away from it
Pretend like it never happened
Trying to make things disappear

The rain falls and lands gently upon my face
I look up and smile
The rain soothes me and reminds me that there is hope
Even though I cant see it
Even though I don’t believe it
I know that it is there
Somewhere

People see me as I walk by
Not knowing my inner struggle
But if they knew
Would they help?
Would they acknowledge my existence?
Would they reach out a hand?
Probably not

I am invisible
The rain is my cloak

Pain strikes my left foot
I ignore it
I keep walking and walking
Faster and faster
I have to make it there
So I can sit and think
Rationalize things
Put two and two together
Two plus two equals five?

I want to be alone
I need “Eric” time
I need to be away from people
Away from trying to smile
Knowing that it hurts
Away from making everyone happy
Knowing that I’m not
It is way too much work
Now I feel free
Free to be myself without the questions of “why?”
Why are you feeling this way?
Why cant I help?
Why are you leaving?
I can bear them for a while
But in time I get exhausted
And I just want to end it all

Making the time pass, I listen to music
It fits my mood
It is slow and melancholy

I don’t need the rain anymore
I am all cried out

I’m afraid I’ll become numb
That I won’t care
That I’ll give in
That I’ll indulge in my lusts
That I’ll let go
It would be only too easy
I’d have no more rules
Morals
Values
Standards
My life would be unstable
Flirting with disaster
Flirting with death

I look to my inner strength
I grab it and hold on tight

There it is
I’m here
I’ve finally made it




Copyright © bluoreo ... [ 2004-02-25 15:38:09]
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Re: My Thought-Filled Journey (User Rating: 1 )
by ksprincess42004 on Wednesday, 25th February 2004 @ 03:48:59 PM AEST
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I really enjoyed this poem. I remember going through a time like that, where you just need to be by yourself and work out your demons. Very touching. Keep up the good work!




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