Waking up

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Seerbrum, Feb 28, 2009.

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  1. Seerbrum

    Seerbrum Well-Known Member

    There's a bottle at my feet
    There's a knife broken in the night

    And there is a long haired freak hanging from bridge above of a Ravine.

    Despite the cold air
    Despite the stares
    Despite past or present

    He's still there, he couldn't let go
    He's still here, he couldn't let go
    He's going to be here, because he can't let go

    A lot of mistakes I've made
    But the worse one was trying to end me
    Every day is another breath, another day is closer to death

    'But I don't know the threshold
    I just know this world is cold
    But still I grow old

    Which day
    Is another ryhme
    Another line, another life, another way to live with the things that are,
    that will be, that is what to say I did which nothing short of just another boring story
    But atlest I leave the right to fucking ignore me.
  2. Alais

    Alais Well-Known Member

    I've known the feeling of wanting to give up but hanging on 'cause you can't let go. But nobody's ignoring you. You keep hanging onto that bridge, my friend, and I'll keep clinging to mine as every day we approach that threshhold and go beyond it, still clinging.
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    Good poem :hug:
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