Jim Milks

Rookie - 0 Points (2/7/1966 / Boston)

The Choice…. - Poem by Jim Milks

I thought I would cry today
For I wanted to die this day
To just reach right out and snatch my life away

Day after day life turns grey
Like a cloud on a bright summers day
And night after night we pretend not to fight up

Life loses all meaning, when you stop
living and start existing
nothing is very much fun anymore

work, home, sleep, work home, sleep
the constant drum beat of sameness
a monotonous cloud

I thought I would cry today
For I wanted to live this day
To reach right out and snatch the boredom away

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 30, 2008



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