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Poem Details
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| Title: | Idle Hands |
| Author: | James Crouch |
| Date Submitted: | 4/26/2009 |
| Email: | astatic99@gmail.com |
| Poem: |
A restless soul, Idly waiting for sleep, The pills haven''t kicked in, Night owls get more rest then I Swallow this pill, drink this liquid, Youll be fine, then why am I manic at 4am? You''ve run out of answers, I''ve run out of patience, stuck inside my mind, no respite from waking nightmares I''ve got idle hands, self destruction they grasp for, I don''t want to be normal, and I''m scared of being insane, Can''t find the middle ground where I can be a free spirit, and fly with wings unchained dissatisfied with the slowness of life, job, kids, taxes and a wife. Can that be all there is? I''d much rather swing from the chandeliers... |