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[title] => The Use
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[bodytext] => I would scream if I had breath for it. I would scream til I could scream no more. And all the screaming, noise and pain, Would do no good at all. I think hope has in exasperation abandoned me Or I, in my foolishness, have abandoned it. I care not what happens to myself For I am of little concern anymore. There is indeed little concern for the dead. There is a weight in my heart, The weight of an abyss. It hangs and looms and drags And sinks and winds and winds Til I am bound. I do not let myself look up Or forward or backward, Just down and out to where I live. Down and out is where I am And lost is what I feel. I have no home or family No friend or foe, no matter. I am a mob of misuse. Full of threats and plans aplenty Cowardly action or none at all. I am I and they are they Things are what they are And will be what they will be. And all there is is time. Time for what or whom. Time for questions and too many answers. Answers that come in swift waves That throw you too the ground, Bury you under those deep, deep waters. Deep waters enough to make one blind and full of despair. Full of despair am I. Full of anger, spite, and despair. There is light left but some for me? I think not anymore and to my own fault. My own misdeeds, my own self abuse. I am where I have put myself And somehow lost my place. I am neither black or white or any color. But gray, like mounting storms. Like faded memories. Like fog in the back of my mind. Things I never was nor ever will be, Gray like me. The days go by but not for me For I do not believe them anymore. My world has stopped, Stopped and grown rank in its disuse. I am in the place between things. The place between the living and the dead, Where one feels wrong in associating with either. And I am alone and I am fine for all I am. I see and think and worry and do Still, all amounts to nothing. I am here but I am not. They see me and they don’t. For I am but was never meant to be. There is something sad in me. Shadows without light I am shadows and I feel old beyond my years. I feel jaded, stolen, lost and broken Old beyond my years. What is in front of me is nothing, What is behind, to be forgotten. And I am here Waiting for any reason at all. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Marina [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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