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Todays not my day
Contributed by
Voice of the Silent
on
Saturday, 5th November 2016 @ 01:52:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Today just isnt my day.
Nothing seems to be going my way
A snapped rope
That seemed like my last hope
Misfire, missing my mark
Maybe I just need to look in my heart
A dull knife
Perhaps Sharpened on an exciting life
Today just isnt my day
Nothing is going my way
A drop of arsenic in my drink,
I dont even need time to think.
But as I sit here in the floor
Letting the tears pour
I think about my day
How nothings gone my way
I sit here and cry
All because today Ive been trying to die
But what is it they say,
No use crying over spilt milk
No matter what I tried nothing would stick
My my what a waste of arsenic
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Voice of the Silent
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2016-11-05 01:52:09]
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Re: Todays not my day
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by duff on
Saturday, 5th November 2016 @ 02:09:57 PM AEST
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| Days of dead ends and questions why. Rarely does an answer show itself. Leaving us to falter and search for what may not exist. Maybe we were meant to have an awful day. All we can do is keep going. Well done. Keep going. |
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Re: Todays not my day
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by unknown_utopia on
Saturday, 5th November 2016 @ 11:33:14 PM AEST
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Patience....your time will come.
good poem. |
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Re: Todays not my day
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by LadyCC on
Sunday, 6th November 2016 @ 12:14:43 AM AEST
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Dear Voice,
Your answer is right there:
Maybe I just need to look in my heart...
Having survived physical abuse,
Kicking cancers butt,
Loosing 2 brothers and a sister all under
The age of 49 - then my father too.
Been on that floor with you,
Cried my tears and screamed my why/'/s too.
Dig deep into your heart, find 5 things to
Be grateful for before you go to sleep.
Seems like a silly exercise and some days you battle to find one, but don/'/t quit - pretty soon you won/'/t have a way to stop the grateful pouring out of you in rivers not just trickles and streams...
Good luck. Beautifully written. I could actually taste those tears again. Brilliant!
Love,
XxCCxX |
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