- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The lost soul
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tears flowing in rivers of dread
wanting to feel alive instead of dead
waking from sleep in a cold sweat
feeling as alone as one gets
reminding myself to take it one day at a time
that wanting to live is not a crime
reflecting on the distant past
remembering it really wasnt a blast
thinking further back to when time was younger
the will to live feeling like a hunger
memories of pain and torture washing thru anew
wondering how to handle it what can one do?
feeling trapped with nowhere to run
only one way to end it, by using a gun
an end to the pain and even the disgrace
lifting the barrel up to their face
a shuddering breath escaping their lips
holding the gun with shaking finger tips
looking down the barrel life becomes more clear
the fragile hol;d on life everyone holds dear
when will the day come? can anyone say?
knowing to live life from then on day by day
looking on the bookcase at the one picture most dear
knowing that leaving their child is even a worse fear
praying for strength to see one more day thru
feeling deep down theres not much else to do
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