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Doomed Future
Contributed by
isaiyan
on
Friday, 13th June 2003 @ 12:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
FathersDayPoems
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I find myself. Lost in regret.
Neverending challenge.
Nothing surfaces except for hate.
It makes me think of my doomed future.
Covered in mistakes
and dirty sin.
I cannot lose.
But do I want to win?
Misguided faiths.
I'm soo sorry that my mind has wandered again.
It's picking truth.
Inside of me, inside of you.
This has became interesting
that I've tried to amuse my darkest soul
but it all gets soo old to me
my doomed future is haunting me.
Suddenly it's interesting.
This perfect plan without you
soon you will all start to hate me.
my doomed future is haunting me.
Interesting
that I can't see
this is happening
cursing through my soul
this is something I can't control, something i don't want to change.
Interesting
he can't see
I beg you
please don't turn your back to me.
I'm trying to make you understand.
I'm begging please
I'm on my knees
this is sad, you're driving me mad.
I'm trying to make you understand..
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isaiyan
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2003-06-13 12:45:00]
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Re: Doomed Future
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by norm on
Friday, 13th June 2003 @ 01:19:16 PM AEST
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The poem is on time for the day
when we think of our dads, so they say
some dads were quite tough
unloving and rough
From a stick, you can't get an ole.
you could stand on your head and bray
make an ass of yourself, yes, they say,
but ol' dad would just stare
'cause nothing was there
in his world, was not, your array.
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Re: Doomed Future
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by vincy on
Friday, 13th June 2003 @ 01:34:44 PM AEST
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I love the line
"(my mind) It's picking truth
inside of me, inside of you".
There is so much emotion in this poem
most of it is fear though
fear of rejection?. |
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