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Self Pity
Contributed by
Nardo
on
Tuesday, 8th February 2005 @ 03:28:32 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Why is it that finding the spot
inside of me,
where Nardo swings in fields of Happiness,
is the hardest task to carry out?
Where did Life betray me,
or did I betray Life?
Why am I lost in this under toe
of "could have beens"
and
"if I only did it this way".
A saboteur to my own play,
I draw the curtain down before
the final call.
I am a victim of my own murder,
having fallen upon my own knife
many,
many times.
When Father died,
I should have screamed out,
cried out,
run about in confusion
but,
instead I sat in silence,
and drew his Death into myself.
god turned his back on me
long before this day.
The swings were only a lie
as Happiness and the child in me
were buried
on the same day
Father was.
Copyright ©
Nardo
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2005-02-08 03:28:32]
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Re: Self Pity
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 8th February 2005 @ 07:47:47 PM AEST
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great work,keep it up.
Life will get better for you sometime. |
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