Mind packed full
With heavy led
“We are nothing but numbers”
Or so she said
We walk the streets
Among this deadly beast
Live our small lives
As existing, at the least
Feed the demons of earth
With a bountiful feast
But I stand within these snakes
As one of the sheep
Searing realization,
I can’t feel myself breath
I take but another step
As my soul starts to seethe
One more inhalation
And one last stride
Have I lost communication?
Am I simply along for the ride?
Seemingly forgotten
The troubles of this one being
By all but the creator
But he is all my heart is needing
I have a name
And he knows it for sure
For I am his claim
Living in his grace
I fall to my knees
Now finding my place.
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Comments
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You took so long to wake up to cold-hard reality, that we had hot chocolate.
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"looking in a mirror
what do I see?
an unknown face
looking back at me
a face twisted with anger and pain
to represent the night my tears fell like rain"
I found this poem on a sheet of lined paper at a train
station when I was 9
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Smile God loves you.
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"looking in a mirror
what do I see?
an unknown face
looking back at me
a face twisted with anger and pain
to represent the night my tears fell like rain"
I found this poem on a sheet of lined paper at a train
station when I was 9
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Born to fight, trained to kill,
prepared to die, but never will.
Smile you still got 10 secounds left to live.
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