With realization comes the responsibility.
I repress,
I refrain,
My face is pressed against the ground.
Am I less worthy?
I guess my arms are saying yes.
Hold me,
Hide me from myself,
Take away this poisonous doubt.
I don't know where I'm going
And I don't know if it's alone,
But I'm going there all the same.
I sort of feel abandoned.
Is that okay?
Maybe I should have said no...
Saturday, January 23, 2010
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3 comments:
so many poems! great creativity!
doubts!doubts!doubts!
always doubts!
nice one.
One thing that gets me through when I feel depressed and lonely is that there are people out there like me and you and although miles apart can, with just one post or E-mail, 'touch' somebody.
Your WV is AFRAD
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