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Poem Details
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| Title: | Pest |
| Date Submitted: | 4/28/2008 |
| Email: | crimson_surrender@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
I've finally had some insight, the first semi-coherent thoughts I've been able to grasp in months came after days of too many pills so I could sleep in an attempt to escape my careless indifference. I'm feeling generally like a pest, and memory suggests that perhaps it's all I've ever been Taking up time and space but building nothing profitable from this existence, just paperthin pretences and awkward excuses. Fearful and skittery and seeking silent dark corners, I stick to the shadows where no one will see me. Yet somehow at times ever present: I'm the mosquito you can't see but know is there, I'm the doom you can sense must be near. I'm having trouble validating my own worth. Ugly and disdained I promote use and abuse, I give my all just to imagine I feel wanted. If only I could fall with no trace to lie permanently... a silent disappearance unknown, forgotten. Well it would probably make everyone happy.... |