Array ( [sid] => 162632 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Burning the Brightest [time] => 2010-10-04 15:05:11 [hometext] => A brief of my life and a 'disclaimer' of sorts to those who may not know that I care about them [bodytext] => I may not be the talkative one,
I might not say I'm having fun.
I look upset, mad, or dumb
but on the inside I am a sun.

Some wonder why I do not speak
but would you?
If there was no one to hear,
No one to relate to after a day in silent hell.
For countless years I've done my time in this hell of mine,
though I could not say for what crime.
I could not say but now I'm free,
that's all that matters now

But still I am bowed,
Crippled yet lingering on.
Stuck trying to fix what broke long ago
A little at a time, not much farther to go.
and until that day I will hold my breath and take it,
I will bear my burden until it is gone,
It's the only real way for me to move on.

I've been lucky as of late,
For in the darkness a bright light shines.
Guiding me home, the thought is divine.

Before I am labeled as depressed and dead,
I have a disclaimer to place in my stead
For fear that those who care
may eventually turn their head.
The message is simple and might seem simply a lie:

When you cannot see it on my face,
and it seems as though the fire has gone out,
I really am burning the brightest inside.



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Burning the Brightest
Date: Monday, 4th October 2010 @ 03:05:11 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: yavrule
I may not be the talkative one,
I might not say I'm having fun.
I look upset, mad, or dumb
but on the inside I am a sun.

Some wonder why I do not speak
but would you?
If there was no one to hear,
No one to relate to after a day in silent hell.
For countless years I've done my time in this hell of mine,
though I could not say for what crime.
I could not say but now I'm free,
that's all that matters now

But still I am bowed,
Crippled yet lingering on.
Stuck trying to fix what broke long ago
A little at a time, not much farther to go.
and until that day I will hold my breath and take it,
I will bear my burden until it is gone,
It's the only real way for me to move on.

I've been lucky as of late,
For in the darkness a bright light shines.
Guiding me home, the thought is divine.

Before I am labeled as depressed and dead,
I have a disclaimer to place in my stead
For fear that those who care
may eventually turn their head.
The message is simple and might seem simply a lie:

When you cannot see it on my face,
and it seems as though the fire has gone out,
I really am burning the brightest inside.



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