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[aid] => mick
[title] => I DO NOT COUNT
[time] => 2004-09-29 05:57:19
[hometext] => Just another wail from the maelstrom of my lost soul.
[bodytext] => (I realize that this is two bad poems in two days, but it is a very bad week, so far. I expect there will be more. Then on to the bright, shiny, smiley person that is me. Oh-oh, that could be another wave of inspiration, or just another dive into the vortex.) I do not count. I have no say. I am insignificant. Just the throw away. I fight no battles, But, bear scars of war. I shout no hails, My spirit is too poor. My soul is heavy From the skirmishes of late. I cannot fight this, I grow weary of the wait. Time is pressing onward; There is none left for me. All around suggestions; It is fine, just let it be. Maybe they don’t need me, The ones I love so much. Their words are but a whisper To the shouting of their touch. The actions are much stronger, They drown the gentle word. I love you is lost between The angry voices heard. So, what is left inside of me, When all is said and done? How can I find a peace, When my response Is but to run? Go, find a place that’s quiet, Where I feel safe and gay. Where I can find the thing I’ve lost along the way. I can choose a place In this world with all its ills. Or I can jump the easy train And rush there with my … * [comments] => 1 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Rous [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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