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Man, my friend Genesis told me this was a good site to go to for laying down some mind rhymes. So I figure I did. I am new at all this "opening up to people" with my poems so I figure this ought to be sorta nerve racking. Well I hope you all like what I have to say.
Every morning I woke to a world of despair,
Day after day I just didn’t seem to care,
About the others or the ones there,
I know I gave up on myself but I don’t know where.
Laying on the bed in my dark room,
I slowly fall into a melancholy vacuum,
And only too late I realize this may be my doom,
I must find a way to be freed from this tomb.
And yet the more and more I reach,
For a new state of mind that’s not so bleak,
I crash again and lose this game of hide and seek,
I pray that one day I will finally be set free!
When will my world turn from an uproar to a calm hush?
Also if it does, will a new me raise from its crust?
And with it bring about a new way to adjust,
As he carefully steps over the reminiscence of scattered doubts and mistrust!
And with that his soul may burn red,
While he’ll desperately tries to clear his head,
As he separates himself from the being that’s dead,
The same identity I’ll leave lying in my bed.
And form then on no matter what,
There will be no if, ands, or buts,
I’ll stop the long fall down and raise my head up,
Cause I’ll get myself right out of this rut!
Day after day I just didn’t seem to care,
About the others or the ones there,
I know I gave up on myself but I don’t know where.
Laying on the bed in my dark room,
I slowly fall into a melancholy vacuum,
And only too late I realize this may be my doom,
I must find a way to be freed from this tomb.
And yet the more and more I reach,
For a new state of mind that’s not so bleak,
I crash again and lose this game of hide and seek,
I pray that one day I will finally be set free!
When will my world turn from an uproar to a calm hush?
Also if it does, will a new me raise from its crust?
And with it bring about a new way to adjust,
As he carefully steps over the reminiscence of scattered doubts and mistrust!
And with that his soul may burn red,
While he’ll desperately tries to clear his head,
As he separates himself from the being that’s dead,
The same identity I’ll leave lying in my bed.
And form then on no matter what,
There will be no if, ands, or buts,
I’ll stop the long fall down and raise my head up,
Cause I’ll get myself right out of this rut!
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