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Road Signs.

Contributed by SlimStaple on Monday, 6th September 2004 @ 04:54:59 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems

You are lost inside your mind, stuck in a land that is eating you alive.
You lost track of the exit sign long ago, now all you see are road signs leading you deeper into the forest of you mind.

Warped trees and heartless beings roam your privet hell.
Claws come up from the ground, trying to pull you in.
I know little of your world, but I have heard of the evil lies that twist your mind.
That land of yours inside your mind has killed you.

You can no longer trust a soul, not even the one inside your self.
Lasing out at all you see is now a daily activity.
I know it is hard to find your way out through the winding roads of your inner most world.

But even though it is a long journey out, I hope that you will try.
Pack up the you bags; fill them with your dreams of a better life,
And head away from the road signs that lure you in deeper.
It might seem hard to do at first, but trust me, it is better.

So get out of that dark land of mistrust and hate,
And travel home back to our hearts.
The you we used to know is still inside you, you want to come back,
I can see that in your eyes and hear it in your voice.

I know that when you yell, you do not mean what you say.
So stop lying to your self, stop saying you cannot change.
So, put away your anger for a second, grab the boxes of your life,
And come back home. We really do miss you.

Copyright © SlimStaple ... [ 2004-09-06 16:54:59]
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Re: Road Signs. (User Rating: 1 )
by inoc on Friday, 8th October 2004 @ 04:28:30 AM AEST
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I can relate to this poem once in a while
someone is yelling in this household!
and to snap out of it is the best thing out...
anyway good write SlimStaple
cheers!~

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