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Just beyond the bingo hall
Contributed by
crap_snapper
on
Tuesday, 10th May 2005 @ 06:54:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
ApologyPoetry
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I stop and lie
Still and content,
It washes me.
Like a hose
It flushes through my mind.
Eyes shut
Body foetal.
People pass by,
There not here with me.
Im free,
Just the street noise
I have no need of.
A peace
Like being dead
A gift of a living suicide.
Ignore me.
Im here to be ignored
I must be seen to be ignored.
A cut would bleed
Or bruise or scare,
I must stop and curl.
Hugging the path,
The bitter floor kept me warm
To show the ache.
Cant they see?
Those fish, those ants.
They have nothing.
Sinking deeper
I have my escape
From them.
Do they even know?
Cant they understand?
Trying to hurt me,
But I have a getaway.
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Re: Just beyond the bingo hall
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by saha on
Thursday, 12th May 2005 @ 12:30:43 AM AEST
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| very well written. It hit me emotionaly and I really enjoyed readind this. |
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