my last poem (revised)

January 10, 2011
By Anonymous

I cry as I run from my mind
Tired of caring
And being alone all the time
Tired of reaching out
Falling for people who won't catch me.
I look back
As life runs right past me
As a crescendo of issues follow me
Murmur in B minor melodically behind me
Wipe the fog from the window
People say I have no life
And I just say "oh"
I have no cushion
So where do I aim when I fall accidentally
Or is jumping off a cliff something to deal with mentally


The author's comments:
This is the same as my most recent post, but i fixed the errors y'all! :)

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on Feb. 4 2011 at 12:38 am
XxLostxX BRONZE, Viola, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"I guess today my dream became my disease."

Your welcome =]

on Jan. 21 2011 at 7:59 pm
MyNameIsAlston SILVER, Roanoke Rapids, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return."

Thanks for the support :)

on Jan. 20 2011 at 2:42 pm
XxLostxX BRONZE, Viola, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"I guess today my dream became my disease."

I love this poem. Keep up the good work


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