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Drowning
Contributed by
Tabo
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Monday, 2nd October 2006 @ 04:59:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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A dark blue liquid completely surrounds me,
which did not appear from an ocean or a sea,
but still its overwelming taste is customerily sour;
though I hardly notice in my struggle to be free
in this idle tussle, gasping, in my final hour.
The useless direction that I choose to swim,
while my tired lungs are filling to the brim,
it does not even seem to scarcly matter
seeing as my chances are just way to slim;
as I hear my dreams so loudly shatter.
Maturing, the liquid shifts to a murky black
and darker it grew with the more hope I did lack;
I notice now that the gloom had left me blind,
making me just a feeble turttle on his weary back
with the way to roll over elusive to my mind.
Helpless, and Hopeless it seems I shall remain,
for all my meager choices will, as always, be in vain.
My haggard limbs go slack, leaving me inept to try;
as my tears are washed away in this sea of pain,
I am drowning, waiting for the rest of me to die.
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Tabo
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2006-10-02 16:59:39]
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Re: Drowning
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by Eternal_Dreamer on
Tuesday, 3rd October 2006 @ 07:50:37 PM AEST
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Such sadness and pain throughout your write. It sadness me to read it. I hope things look up for you. You have penned down your utmost inner thoughts and feelings and you have done this so well. Writing heals our hearts heal. Wihsing you much brighter days ahead. Take care~
big heartfelt hugs,
Sue M |
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Re: Drowning
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by Tabo on
Tuesday, 3rd October 2006 @ 11:11:20 PM AEST
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| A brighter day is what I heard you say, that I need the most to stir my inner ghost. Though he does still live, it's hope he does not give. As I softly walk, I feel him swiftly staulk, to ensure my blight, and to impede my sight. I have asked him to leave, but in my mind he does weave, my inability to believe, that one day I may not greave... I do understand your comment, and I thank you for it. What I wrote in this comment, was the only response I could put to words. Thank you |
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