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Click herein restless thought
going in sane trying to stay sane
engulfed with battles that i fought
i am crying but i am tearless
its the kind of pain that hurts the most
daily on my knees trying to confess
in slow motion i remain
with hands across my chest
looking at me and wionder why i never changed
sometimes late is to late
things never change
day is still day and night still night
self pride and self righteous has sealed my fate
but i once prayed with every breath
did anyone hear me??
now i sit hear looking at me
and i remain outside my inner self
this poem is not written the way it should be read. The misspellings are sheer laziness.
Here it is fixed up. This poem reads quickly, and if you rearrange it, it's actually damn good, using all the poetry toolz and skillz.
in restless thought
going in
sane trying to stay
sane
engulfed with battles
that i fought
I am crying but
I am tearless, its
the kind of pain that hurts
the most,daily
on my knees trying to
confess
in slow motion I
remain
with hands across
my chest,looking at me, and
wonder why, I
never changed
sometimes
late is too late
things never change
day is still
day and night
still night
self pride and
self righteous
has sealed my fate
but I once prayed
with every breath
Did anyone hear me??
Now
I sit here
looking at me
and I
remain outside
my inner self
it's a pretty fucking rockin' poem like that, imo. You could scream this, and everyone would not only listen, but hear you and relate intuitively.
Edit. Your spelling and grammatical errors jar me while reading this. If you use self-pride, then righteous should be a noun rather than an adjective. and thusly should be righteousness. To should be too, etc.
I think that this has good content, but there's a lovely rhythm to the poem that is just barely missed in the writing of it. Work on this one, tweak it a bit. It's got the potential for brilliance, I think.