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DROWNING MOMMA
Contributed by
heatherslostdreams
on
Wednesday, 7th February 2007 @ 08:38:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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I stand and look at what you became
Life is a cruel uncertain thing
You had it all and threw it away
Now look where you are at
You are what you have became
You wallow in your sorrows
And drown in your dreams
In superficial things
You could do so much
Yet you stay isolated
Even through your so special
Yet you let yourself stray
I have tried so hard to show you reality
Yet your so caught up in society
I wish your eyes
Werent so blurred
And that you were who you were
I look at you and see you sinkin
And looking like one in quicksand
I cant reach out much more
Because of the fear of falling in
Scared to fall in the pit
That has so oviously sucked you in
Im scared of that
I can be what you are
Yet I fight and I am what your not
Im not better than you
Just lately it seems wiser
But my heart still burns full of fire
And yours drowns still with lost desires
This is so much to grasp
But even with the passing time
Momma you will forever be mine
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Re: DROWNING MOMMA
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by MickeyPigKnuckles on
Wednesday, 7th February 2007 @ 08:59:39 PM AEST
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Oh heatherlostdreams, what an emotional outpouring for someone you truly care a lot about. It seems that as people age and mature they become someone we no longer know as the things once important to them is nothing no more due to the pressures of life forming a false sense of individuality. Acceptance and/or belonging to certain social groups becomes the driver of ones fainted or tarnished destiny thus leaving everything and even those close to them far behind with no consideration of their feelings and/or connections. I apologize for getting on my soap box once again but sometimes a fellow poet kind of prompts certain feelings and views to come out and display themselves. I really admire you as a person and especially as a well gifted poet. I want to Thank You for being my friend.
Your Dear Friend
Mickey Pig Knuckles
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