Free from the bag!

April 20, 2010
By seahorse BRONZE, Kärdla, Other
seahorse BRONZE, Kärdla, Other
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The bag I carry is getting me weary.
Cry, cry baby and forget it all.
That’s the message I get on and on.
Just live and die
and in the end forget it all.
I wish it could be easier to get.
It feels like I am caught by spiders net
and freeing myself seems pointless.
I mean I try always my best
but somehow, every minute I feel less.
So I keep saying it is not real.
What is here might not be there tomorrow
and all this hardness disappears.
The bag I carry is now empty
I have no regrets only my common sense.


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem to myself and nobody else. This poem is simple and easy to understand i think. I am so tired right now that i don't know what else to write here but good night to you all:) I am going to sleep now, hope you like the poem:)

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