Dread (I.P.)
By Kahdai
Sat, 05 Jun 2010
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I do actualy imagine the loss,
too often maybe I also wonder,
I don't mean to or want to,
I just am so worried
one day it could happen.
No I (dexaggerate?),
I do actually, I dread,
I cannot believe in,
a life for me without,
yet one day it could.
So would I end it all,
or am I strong enough
to carry on surviving
miserable and alone?
My whole future planned out,
one loss, leaveve nothing left.
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A dark portrait of a mind on
Permalink Submitted by WillSimpson on
A dark portrait of a mind on the edge of genius or insanity, if there is a difference between the two.
The future is an unwritten page of the great already written book.
Until we feel our thoughts our thinking remains unfelt
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I agree with Will - this
Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on
I agree with Will - this poem has a brilliant feel of being poised on the edge of everything - heading towards the end of something. I understand this feeling very well ;)
Magic xxx
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