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Incohearent (an old poem I found written in 00')

Too many thoughts

All at once clouding

My brain


The self seems

Lost

Captured by

The enemy


Stuck in one

Endless cycle

Too strong to

Be broken


There is a

Cry from inside

Yet, no one

Can hear


Pain takes

Many forms

Mimicing your

Every move

Infesting like

A disease

Killing slowly


Hear my cry!!!


Give my life back

Before it is gone


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Anonymous said…
Oh dear! Wonderful that this is an old poem. Something worked out after this heartfelt cry.

(One question--in last line do you mean before "if" is gone --as in before all possibility is gone? Or did you mean "it"? ) Either way would work. K.
3/11/12, 3:39 PM
Paulog30 said…
Haha, I mean it, thanks for pointing it out,lol.
3/11/12, 8:54 PM
Bodhirose said…
Seems like I've been in that place..feeling like no one hears my cry...very passionate, Paulo.
3/13/12, 1:36 AM
Paulog30 said…
Thank you much.
3/13/12, 8:17 AM
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