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[aid] => mick
[title] => Low Gravity
[time] => 2018-11-13 06:53:13
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[bodytext] => The weariness of days
of wandering in this burning confusion
in a daze
has my spirit wasting away
as I see that the misery
never really fades
chasing fools gold
is what I do best
with so many tools of sorrow
I easily deflect
and emotionally react to common sense
sleepless nights
as I encounter my demons
and I cry
cause it is so scary livin
as tears fall
I can not explain what I am feelin
it is my own fault
I have nothing to believe in
In this agony it is so hard to breathe
I need black magic to help me to rest
so I do not fall of edge
with
the rope around my neck
I will never forget the feel of happiness
as I take my last breathe
and the loss of so many regrets
and
I owe depression a debt
for soothing me
as I await
for what comes next
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Low Gravity
Contributed by
unknown_utopia
on
Tuesday, 13th November 2018 @ 06:53:13 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The weariness of days
of wandering in this burning confusion
in a daze
has my spirit wasting away
as I see that the misery
never really fades
chasing fools gold
is what I do best
with so many tools of sorrow
I easily deflect
and emotionally react to common sense
sleepless nights
as I encounter my demons
and I cry
cause it is so scary livin
as tears fall
I can not explain what I am feelin
it is my own fault
I have nothing to believe in
In this agony it is so hard to breathe
I need black magic to help me to rest
so I do not fall of edge
with
the rope around my neck
I will never forget the feel of happiness
as I take my last breathe
and the loss of so many regrets
and
I owe depression a debt
for soothing me
as I await
for what comes next
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unknown_utopia
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Re: Low Gravity
(User Rating: 1 ) by JamesStockdale on
Tuesday, 13th November 2018 @ 07:14:54 PM AEST (User
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Sad but beautiful….
"chasing fools gold
is what I do best"
Life is over when you have nothing left to chase..
Rejoice! |
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Re: Low Gravity
(User Rating: 1 ) by nightwolf on
Friday, 16th November 2018 @ 09:59:07 PM AEST (User
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The end hit pretty hard for me. Nicely written |
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Re: Low Gravity
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Tuesday, 20th November 2018 @ 12:42:08 AM AEST (User
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Depression is anesthesia for living. It makes us numb, immobile, and vague. We are sidelined with a bag of bricks on our shoulders, unable to hold a thought still in our mind, or so full of thoughts our brain is like a blender.
Your poem describes what it is doing to you, and it is truly a sad story, well told. The title is appropriate; depression weighs us down. But your tale is the story of a fighter. And you leave us all with hope, and by your example, courage.
softerware
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