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Poem Details
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| Title: | Mixed Episode |
| Author: | James Crouch |
| Date Submitted: | 4/15/2009 |
| Email: | astatic99@gmail.com |
| Poem: |
I want to fly But my wings have been clipped, I want to be free But my body stays chained to the ground. Can I only find solace in eternal rest? Meagre food for souls forgot, Grit your teeth darling, This next bit is going to hurt like hell: The easy way out is so enticing. I see no point to life, Just routine and mediocrity, It works for everyone else but drives my hazy mind crazy. The little boy in me is lost, He''s on a path of self-destruction I ask him to wait, I want to lead him into the light He disappears and I''m alone again Living this life is harder than dying, But is it worth it? Memories of good times, never to be had again. The future is blackened my mind teeters on a tightrope falling is just a matter of time. What is the point to life when it''s so joyless and mundane? I want to do things but don''t know what I want to feel things but only feel confusion The four horsemen of the apocalypse are on the march.... |