Sitting there, staring out the window,
I notice the rain that follows the widow.
She starts walking inside the house, wearing that dreadful blouse.
I float downstairs and hear her cry,
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It's poems like these
That annoy me more than ever
I miss old poems
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Death had come.
Death had killed.
Death had left.
Death had taken my friend.
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Oh Lord,
You save me from drowning in the sea of sins,
You strive for me to keep moving,
Even though I want to give up.
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I have lost the feeling,
The feeling of being secured,
The feeling of being happy,
I have lost the feeling of being in love.
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There comes a time.
There always comes a time.
Whether it comes for you, or someone else.
The time always comes.
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The yellow lines just inches away,
I collapse right before it, deep into insanity.
Not knowing how or when I’ll wake up from the death-inducing coma.
Shackles on my ankles, bounding me to the cement jail of choices.
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We stand up
We gather our weapons
We band together
We fight
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The day I wrote,
They found me sitting with
My pen in hand falling into
A dark abyss scarring my
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