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Sunday, January 3, 2010

2 poems untitled

Vision is such a wounding thing
driving you slowly insane
wishing that you could block out this pain
yet trying so hard to refrain
when did I drive down incompetent lane
unable to escape this mess
totally disdained
yet we both keep filling ourselves
with so much pain

2.
Should I feel the same?
submit to blame
and all that is insane
or should I just try to be me
so run over by idiocy
and thrown into a sea of stupidity
why should I change
just to fit in
loneliness grips me again and again

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