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Poem Details
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| Title: | Hey You |
| Author: | Anonymous |
| Date Submitted: | 5/12/2009 |
| Poem: |
There are times I hate the racing rhymes Rushing through my mind Retracing past crimes Drawn and quartered Why am I bothered By the psychotic choices Urged on by the unholy voices Whispering incoherent messages Staying up all night No perfect words Shades drawn tight The bed my enemy Someone says I’m fixable Sunlight filtering A fire burning Through the cracks Through hole in my head One idea stuck in my brain Hey you, I’m sick Lock me up Throw away the key Good morning, Good night Hope this isn’t Good-bye… ... |