David Knox

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Even If I Dont Type I Write Everyday, , , Never Forget The Style Of Rant - Poem by David Knox

The shortest
there is something greater
there is no need to rhyme
it does not matter if it makes any sense
look at the window and find you have been
trapped forever and for long
see there is so much that cannot be seen
yet so much to see that has been left unseen
so much to be said
left unsaid
so much to be done
left undone
do not make me wait
i want to start now new beginnings are nice
but i want to see, to do, to say what some dare never to
i can feel the world melt away, and secrets meld into consciousness,
as thoughts of depression float away as someone i dont know emerges
who is it writing here
is it me my dear
i can't tell
its so hard to see, with my new perspective i feel like i can see so much
but not anything that i used to or some things important or such
i don't know why i fell
maybe twas the stars
or maybe something greater
this is the shortest, , , ,

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 14, 2011

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