faye burford

Rookie (8/4/1978 / west bromwich)

To Much - Poem by faye burford

every day is a constant battle
self will is no longer an option
as self will
will only distroy
head full of the ways i can self sabatarge
do i care?
give in to the voice of distruction
it's already won
& getting stronger
day by day
it's funny as it's me
i am my own distruction
& with no real motive to change
question is
do i want to change
i get excited by the very thought
& the anxiouty level is off the scale
just do the act
satisfaction of the action
no pain felt
just release & freedom
watching the blood exit
drain away, like the hurt & pain inside
how nice that feeling
but the suffering continues
& the pain is endless
so it all comes down to
To much

Comments about To Much by faye burford

  • Paul Gregory (1/11/2016 10:08:00 AM)

    Love this poem, really well written 😊 (Report) Reply

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  • (12/10/2009 3:59:00 PM)

    satisfaction of the action

    well written abstract poem

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  • (12/10/2009 8:38:00 AM)

    Poem reaches that point in feeling (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 10, 2009

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