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My battle is just to live.
Contributed by
lostrelic
on
Wednesday, 21st October 2009 @ 11:10:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
goodbyepoetry
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I hold this thought, this emotion that has spread to far for a cure.
This humbling that makes me weak, this fear that holds me back.
I have a problem within my own heart, it has grown calloused and cold.
It screams at the person it wants to be, while hiding behind so many masks.
Loneliness the shadow that follows everyone of us, we run from it while hiding from the light.
We gaze at the possessions with hope that they will fill the emptiness that in our hearts.
Seeking to find the answers to life, no matter how some imaginations runs wild.
Willing to believe any answers, just to be able to control our little world.
We are preparing for a world with the same calloused hearts, building walls of stone to keep people at bay.
Hiding behind screens in make believe worlds, hiding the truth of who we are.
Becoming spoiled with the riches, becoming fat from the waste on which we live.
Following like a moth to a flame, only setting ourselves to get burned.
We are man we know nothing of this world, but the ignorance that we create.
We try to build images of perfection, so we can live being nothing but imperfect.
So we can live trying to be someone we are not.
We have fallen to the gods of the screen, and our ego to feed this deity.
Looking for fame in all the wrong ways, a world wide hoax if you will.
Holding ourselves better then everyone else, wanting more then anyone else.
Always wanting more.
We play the god and the devil, creating evil so we can banish it.
Creating our own world so we can have control over it.
But we have no control when the lemmings are in the lead.
When we follow the weak.
I must go soon the world has become a trailer trash monument.
The luxury is dampening my heart, the road is getting ready for me to walk it.
I have found only violence.
I have found only ignorance and greed.
I have found only narcism.
With a few bleeding souls on the way.
To much of a bad thing to much of a crooked life.
I must see further, i need to see the world as it should be, a battle just to live.
I can not control the day on which i leave, but i wish the loves ones that surround me can understand.
This is not my life, to eat three meals a day, to wake up just to work so i can have three hundred channels to stare at.
To watch as others starve while i sit on the sidelines.
I am only one but i can try to do better.
To make an impact in the world of someone who is in need of a hand.
To this i say farewell, to this i say goodbye.
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lostrelic
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2009-10-21 11:10:40]
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