Silent cries in the wilderness

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  1. crumbum

    crumbum Well-Known Member

    Saturday, July 19, 2014

    “so have a good drown as you go down all alone… dragged down by the stone… “ - Pink Floyd

    A thousand pounds every morning I lift out of bed after sleeping the alarm seven times.

    Reluctantly I force through semi-consciousness from the comfortable confusion of my dream.

    My dream (ever since a child) is of places unknown, people unfamiliar peppered with people almost forgotten.

    It is always a maze, a haze, a confusion and a wander

    Nothing makes sense, yet it seems more conductive than my waking

    Nothing is happy, easy, or satisfying at all.

    I make extra strong coffee, and sleepwalk to the shower

    My thoughts are not my own, are not directed, are not prepared

    I must go to slave, at the mill grind, with the people, they are human, I am me, not them, nothing like them

    I try (really hard) to plastic-smile and swim my way through this swamp land of haze

    I imagine that they realize, every moment, that I am me

    I live in terror, of myself, of everyone else, of the future

    I live, never allowing, never supposing, that I will ever break the torture

    I am me, I am shadow, I am failure, I am shit

    I am me, I am straggler, I am clueless, I am shit

    Every day is a marathon, just to appear, at least normal

    Every day, I regret, I regress, I wish death

    35 years, never accomplished, never loved, never held

    35 years, no more hoping, no more groping, for dark shapes to help

    “got to admit, I’m a little bit confused.. sometimes it seems to me, that I’m just being used!” - Pink Floyd

    “who was ground down in the end who was found dead on the … “ Pink Floyd
  2. mulberrypie

    mulberrypie Well-Known Member

    I like this
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