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[aid] => mick
[title] => Confused Soul.
[time] => 2011-03-22 11:22:45
[hometext] => My story.
[bodytext] => Wounds, cuts, inflammation The bruising of life we are taking. Can’t see, don’t know, you don’t understand When I cannot place it into your hand. With your eyes they search yet cannot find Each disaster behind corners, in disguise it hides. Never quite getting it, making your way round the concept Yes either that, or your telling yourself to reject. But we all replay the days, nothings, nights When there seemed to be nobody, it was no longer a fight. A battle of life, yes we had already lost Along with everything that we did love the most. No longer living, existence that’s us all Silently waiting, pacing… for the good lords call. For that time to come, where we shall have an end But that time is too long, you thrust round sharp bends. Eager to go, but yet willing to prolong and stay For those people you love, deserving another day. Yet the days you are useless, to everyone, you’d be better dead At least that what they tell you, those things in your head. Friendless, almost happy, something’s gone missing Your sparkle, light, love, you are left reminiscing. Nothing has means, nothing has a cause Your already mummified inside, wrapped in pale gauze. Yet don’t let go for the gauze she does unfold And as you unravel you have something to hold. Each horrific memory within each cotton layer Suddenly as if by magic, you don’t seem to care. Still there is no fire burning but it is being lit When you flourish you grow, without being tripped. Keeping your trusted a heartbeat away, everyone else doesn’t exist They don’t register, make appearance, on your survival list. Stand strong and face each almighty gust It might knock you back, but inside you are tough. Rise to your feet, stand tall, your soul and body reclaimed You can see clearer and live once again. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 21 [informant] => CommasCanSeperate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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