Surreptitiously sneaking in backgrounds
of life, not wanting to be noticed.
Continuing to write poetry created in
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Dying within, screaming silently, no one hearing
these plaintive cries for help.
Subjected to sorrow and sadness in this fading life
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Throwing caution to the wind, letting it fill the sails
of a continuing journey into depths of nothingness.
Onward through steps of tomorrow into eternity further
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Purposes of life having been gone through daily,
tempting passion of an interior feeling into
climbing higher into desires of a lifetime.
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Sunshine shining it's love, keeping the warmth of it's
strength close, holding onto thoughtful ideas as I sit
writing.
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Yellowing memories tainted with age and mildew, hoping
for a reprieve from the past for even just a little
while.
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Lonesome morning, nothing to live or hope for, a
time, a moment that just is.
Waiting for something to materialize, hoping for
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Solemn, gently listening to my heart beat, not wishing
to do much more than that, except write about what I
am feeling and experiencing, because it's so weird and
unlike me.
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Registering deftly within, finding nothing going on,
taking up a pen, writing, waiting for something to
turn up.
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