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[aid] => mick
[title] => At My Wake
[time] => 2004-09-08 02:05:09
[hometext] => More like self learning{As the sequence of tonight has made this poem to the full meaning of my words. As every note fell in place hours apart With noway of being guestamated they would be there when I wrote them the second time}:[candle box inspired]}
[bodytext] => Somewhere in the backwash of my life Where memories begin & memory forgot I went thru a transittion From a track star To a scape goat to mad I'm not sure what triggered my mentality Into this direction But peer pressure Did not aid in my demise At one time I was recognized In the U.S. Kinda slow But by them already 5:00 By 12 Within years I found & lost my anger & at my wake I drank Like everything's drunk & that is the time I think Six months later No longer w/ out pills Rollercoasters feel like hills Walk with my day filled & at my wake is when I, I think I never cried, Thinking selfishness Is best left with the sins of pride I closed up to realize later I never had closure I let up just for later to realize I gave up Never getting closure I Am Drunk I drink, drinking drank I'm the fish that died, sank, & sunk ***************************************** Now I'm no longer I'm no longer mad I keep from that anger Somehow I lost that Sad But I know now it wasn't the alcohol That only helped me I lose What I once had So I'm thinking I'm not drunk ***************************************** So I know now Yes I know now What I've done When I watch my baby go I know What I've done Sugar don't go I know I don't wanna be What I've become Baby don't go ***************************** So again I think Another day I drink At my wake ***************************** Then I awake At mother's dream I can't fake Feel my heart, it's taking over I feel my heart Heart taking over These broken bones And yes my age Turnd thru the pages And I think I'm ready to go home Maybe [comments] => 2 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 21 [informant] => rhei76 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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