my last poem (revised)

By , Roanoke Rapids, NC
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





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XxLostxX said...
Jan. 20, 2011 at 2:42 pm
I love this poem. Keep up the good work
 
MyNameIsAlston replied...
Jan. 21, 2011 at 7:59 pm
Thanks for the support :)
 
XxLostxX replied...
Feb. 4, 2011 at 12:38 am
Your welcome =]
 
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